Took a picture of it. Sent it to mum. Captured it with “Thinking about you.” She sent me a picture back: Her hairy cunt, with two of her fingers i... it.Started to jerk of. Only mum in my head. Watched at the picture she sent me. Imagined fucking her. Tasted her pussy on my mouth. Beat my dick off really hard. Got into it. Got closer and closer. Shot out a big load. On the side of the trash container. Made a picture of my half hard dick and the squirt of cum. Captured it with “After thinking. Give me a good hometown beer batter fish fry any old time. I don’t hate you any longer mamma’s boy…you forced me to grow up and to mature and to realize what is important in life. Family…. my family was there for me, especially my mom. Dear Margaret, you are so much like mom, and Sweetheart, you are my family now, my love and my anchor. Caviar & champagne cannot compare to the hot roasted walnuts and cold apple cider that we shared. (Beth touches Richard’s face and smiles while wiping a tear. I found out that her one true love was fighting. Males she called then the comtempt flowed from her voice. She would hold me up by the neck, shake me around! I was just a ragdoll in a brutes hands!"Look at you? Weak! Useless! So pathetic and a waste! I have no idea why I bother?!" Then I would spend hours begging and tell her that I would do anything to be with her. Hanna would turn and walk away. I followed her like a good pet. In three months I was nothing, just a thing for Hanna and her. As it turned out, the serendipity was enormous - the timing perfect. Because it was nearly midnight when I boarded, the train was all but empty. I settled in for a 35 minute ride, anticipating an uneventful - quiet ride. The next stop was very quick, and a lone individual boarded the car in which I rode. She was ~20 - 22 years of age, dark hair, shoulder length, sandals up her ankles, and a mustard yellow dress with very short skirt. She sat approximately 10-12 feet from me, across the aisle,.