I reached the station. I picked up a couple of packs of chips and a bottle of water from the food counter on the platform. Sat down on the bench, and ...tarted munching on chips. I still had the taste of the shop guy’s cum on my tongue. “What a wild night,” I thought to myself.I could feel my cock getting slowly hard again, remembering all the moments from before. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t help but think, wishing if I had one more encounter, reach my limit while getting fucked hard, and. You really should take better care of yourself you know. As a matter of fact, why don't I make an appointment for you to get your hair done, god knows you need it." Again his protests fell on deaf ears, as Cathy called her stylist at the unisex hair salon they both frequented.What he wasn't telling her, was that he was wearing the baggy clothes for several reasons, including an effort to hide a weight loss to his upper body and thighs, to hide his widening hips, and most recently because they. So I locked up the mens room and headed for the ladies room. and now i hear crying and no cars i checked the whole lot No one around. I wonder wtf so I there is this girl crying in wondering what to do. I asked whats wrong honey My Bf Dumped me here told me we were through. That Asshole-she said in an angry sobbing crying voice so she got up off the sing table and I asked with puppy dog eyes does someone need a hug she said OOOOOOOOO she cooed yes please . her breasts no bra i could tell it. " Yes, a little snack to hold us until dinner will be just the thing," I told him, as Robert and I brought out the plates and utensils."Where's Celeste?" I asked Frank, as we worked."Still working on her lessons. She isn't quite as devoted to learning as some who I have met," he confided to us. "However, now that she has an incentive, she is more interested in finishing the assigned work," he added with a smile, and I smiled back."I can surmise what the incentive is," I told him but went no.