I once was. You are still rather innocent. You can’t even start to imagine the dirty things that I want to do when I look at you. Do you really want...this?” “Oh god, yes! Make me yours!” The words, harbored in my mind since I had noticed her at the university, broke free from their chains. I had watched her, admired her, even signed up for her lectures, albeit literature had nothing to do with my business studies. “Have you done as I requested?” The hunger that was now present in her voice made. " No. It looks like a pigsty and you should be ashamed."Shame washes through me until I can't look at her anymore."Now," she says, "go and clean it up and organize it properly."I go to my room and start picking clothes off the floor and organizingthings. As I throw dirty clothes into the laundry basket, I realize thatI'm having a hard time remembering making them dirty in the first place.I think about it and the memories come to me and I stop worrying.After my noon feeding, we spend the. It seemed like we reestablished the relationship we previously had in our college days.We had exchanged photos online, and found Will to look almost the same. He was still quite fit, tanned, and now had quite a bit of gray in his hair. Erica still looked fantastic also, although her college day’s long hair was now shoulder length. We both exercise regularly, so Erica’s body still had its college form. Her 34B breasts are as perky as ever, and she still often goes without a bra with no problem. I did not notice the appearance of the girl at that time. After a couple of minutes other people got into our compartment, but they did not occupy the area where we were. So that left only us three in that area. The train departed. Soon the girl and her father began their dinner. The girl said hi to me and as a tradition offered me food. I thanked her and said I had already finished my dinner. She just smiled. After their dinner, they made preparations for sleep. Her father slept on the seat.