I started slowly at first, but gradually rubbed harder and faster until I felt my juices start to leak from my pussy and drip down towards my ass. I...hadn’t noticed him move but suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, gently tugging on my g-string. I raised my ass a little so that he could take it off and reveal my freshly waxed pussy. The juices made it glisten in the fluorescent lights of the train. He buried his face in my vagina and licked me inside and out as I began grinding hard. It was a typical college town. But if you’re not a fan of sports or you’re not 21 yet ... you’re limited in your options. I’d been to a couple of local concerts. Nothing great. Nothing I’d actually listen to at home. The coffee shops were nice. A little too pretentious for my liking. But the coffee was good. I could be wide awake and lonely, listening to mediocre Punk Rock. “Weee”. I started picking up local alternative magazines looking for things to do. The backpage was always funny.. Ye baat aaj se 3 mahine phle ki hai jb hum meri sexy girlfrnd ke sath mera birthday mana rahe the meri aur.Shama ki friendship 1 saal se thi hum daily phone pe baat krte the night me phone sex bhi krte the ek din maine shama ko kaha ke ab mai real me tumhare sath sex krna chahta hu waise bht baar maine uske boobs press kiye the aur fingering bhi ki thi bt iss baar mai uski chut fadna chahta tha maine mere bday ke 2 din shama ne mujhse pucha tumhe kya gift chahiye to maine shama ko kaha jo tumhe. The stamp on the front said ‘1989’ in a large font. There was no way to pass it off as this year’s.Memories suddenly flooded through me. I remembered stuffing the license into that part of the tackle box on the day that extraordinarily fascinating girl had returned it to me. The same day she’d walked away. The very last day I saw her.The pier girl... “Can I take a look at it?” the ranger asked, perhaps a bit impatiently.I realized I was still clutching the paper in my hand. Act dumb!“Oh, yeah..