The next stop was ten minutes later. I kept my eyes on the big round ass in front of me. My cock was trying to bend the tight lyrcia shorts open as I ...as so turned on by the hot BBW in front of me. Her perfume was driving me mad. Her whole body shook. I was about ready to explode in my bike messenger uniform.I then looked up. I heard the door to the left of the train open. A second later a swarm of business men enter the train. They were all Japanese. All of them had a brief case, or a. “I don't think I ever saw any pictures of her from before I was about ten.”I thought for a moment. “She actually looked a lot like you, but with shorter hair. Wait, I think I know where my high school yearbook is.” I went to the closet and pulled out a box of old photo albums and keepsakes. “Yes, here it is. Franklin, Gomez, Glassmeyer, Harbold, ah, here she is, Debbie Harrison. Look.” I handed the book to Amy.“Oh my God, that does look like me!” Amy exclaimed. “Wait, how's this?” she. I was a little bit drunk at the time and I just walked up behind him and he scooted his shorts just below his butt, so I got my cock out of my fly and put it between his legs. He really did the rest, catching my cockhead with his asshole and it slid right in. He blew his load into the bushes. Mine went quickly up his ass. No words were ever spoken. I guess this is like the definition of hot, quick, anonymous sex, huh? I don't know why I bothered, he wasn't really cute or anything. Just being a. I relished every moment that I spent taking care of her. She however told me that I really got on her nerves hovering over her so much. I explained that it’s not hovering, its aggressive assistance. She was not amused in the least. Work wasn’t a big deal because the construction company I worked for ... I owned it. Other than the manager and a very few suppliers knew that I was the boss. I wanted it that way. Not because I didn’t trust my people or my foremen. I just preferred to get sweaty and.