As I sat on the train I wondered if this was really the right thing to do. Visit a stranger for one thing only;Lust. To visit him even though I knew h... had three broken ribs. (Apparently you can cough your ribs off.) He said it would be fine. That he still could perform.The words he had written to me some days earlier kept on ticking in my head as I got closer to his home town."You are too hooked on pleasing the other person, only. That's why you don't get an orgasm. You don't please yourself.. Anyway, Monday of this week we ended up in the break area alone and she asked me if the story was a true one or fiction. I told her it was true, except for the names used. She giggled and said ‘that will require some proof, it said you have a ten inch dick’. I laughed and told her she would have to take my word for it, though I could tell she would not take that for an answer. She said ‘stand by the door, so no one can see through the little window’, so I did. As I did so I could feel my. A small B cup I would guess. My eyes wandered lower. When I had laid her down her legs had sprawled open a little bit. Now my eyes traveled up her pale thighs to the darkness under her skirt. I could feel myself becoming suddenly aroused. I tilted my head to try and get a better peek under there. I could just make out a bit sparkle. I was curious. Cautiously I reached under and gently lifted up the edge of her skirt to see what she was wearing. To my pleasant surprise she was wearing a thong. ..Breakfast was an enjoyable experience, despite Byron summarily joining us. I think Linda was feeling a bit better about the guy after we'd sat and shot the shit for almost two hours. She bought my breakfast, and I bought Byron's. Mind you, I didn't let him know that I was going to do that until he'd finished. If he'd known beforehand, he'd have ordered twice as much and saved the left-overs for his next two meals. My Momma didn't raise no dummy. Anyway, Byron was all set to shanghai Linda to.