I sat there, quite still for what seemed like ages, him looking quite intently at my exposed labia. Poor soul, he just didn’t know what to do with h...mself, his arousal clearly visible for all to see. Despite his 60 odd years he obviously had a formidable cock that was making a tent in his chalk stripe trousers.At that moment Carl walked up to me and said, “Come on Anna, it’s time to get on the train”. I gathered together my things and in doing so dropped my magazine on the floor; I bent over. I’d been raised in the church by my mother and wanted nothing to do with my father. My older brother had joined the Army to get away from him. Following in his footsteps, I joined, and because he was airborne, I got my wings, too. The competition was brutal, but only because I was a female and the guys thought they were tougher, stronger, and just better than us ladies. What they thought we were good for was providing sex, plain and simple.So I set out to prove I was better than they were.. Those of you who haven’t read my previous stories, read them out at and let me know your feedback at This is a story about me and my childhood friend Priyanka. We knew each other from childhood as we studied in the same school. Back during our school days when we were in class 8th, we use to have sex chat on the backside of our notebooks, small touching, and stuff. One thing led to another and finally, we decided to have sex but due to the fear of society we couldn’t. After school, we moved to. Miranda stood up and grabbed her coat and bag. "Yes of course!" she exclaimed gratefully.At the door though, she turned back uncertainly. "Can I get something for you Mrs Rogers?" she offered hesitantly.Mrs Rogers gave Miranda her first genuine smile. "Thank you for the offer, but I shall go out for my own lunch as soon as you get back." Would you rather go first?"The older woman's smile almost reached her eyes. "No dear ... you go and get yours ... you've certainly earned it!"The café that.