The person... had short gray hair, and you could see the distinct body features, that you knew what it was called, "Yes, yes! You can see me, good! No... then what am I?"Said the person.Your mind thought and it became clear, 'A woman...' yes woman, female... human... a female human. You looked down and you saw the features on yourself the most noticeable trait was the breasts... you could see them but because of the water you couldn't tell how big they were.The woman nodded, you couldn't see that. So through feedbacks I found people are more interested in my actual life rather than fictitious ones. So to be honest my life ain’t so interesting but I m trying to recapitulate the interesting facts and putting them in the words as stories. This is a true story of one of my friends that he narrated me while we were on a train journey from London to Manchester.His name is duke. One of my closest friends back in London. He helps me with my stories sometimes and is prominent towards Indian. Kev told me to bend over , i was little resistant at first but he just pushed my back down gently and told me to relax i did as he said and stayed bent over he warned me that he was gonna put a finger in my ass i got a little freaked out and i warned him to be gentle. I heard him put his pinky in his mouth and that when i felt something thin and wet touch my ass hole as soon as i felt it my ass tenched up he began to run his pinky over my hole tracing circles over my hole he then grabbed my. I tried not to embarrass either Kate or myself as I pinned the corsage onto the limited fabric that was available, but she didn’t seem to mind the backs of my fingers pressed against the soft flesh of her left breast.“Decided braless was the right choice?” I asked with a bit of a smirk.“I don’t own one,” she answered. Well, that confirmed that. I wanted to leave my fingers where they were, but I decided I’d better move on.I leaned in to kiss her softly and she held her lips against mine without.