If her people have made all of these things that I see here they must be a great people indeed, and I am pleased that at least I can show her somethin... that my people do that hers cannot.I continue to look at the fine drawings, and now I see many animals that look like those I know. Sometimes the drawings are not entirely right, but this is a small thing compared to their beauty. I think some artist must have taken many years to create them, or perhaps many working together because the styles. Eastern European gal, Kentish high-street weeks ago. Gave me a hey-you smile to die for, but I let it slide, since my relationship hadn’t quite trundled to its final halt.Ripped Jeans transforms effortlessly back into Boston Bikini.‘Damn,’ I say. ‘Neat trick. So – who the fuck actually are you?’‘I’m multi-named,’ she says, lightly stroking my cock. ‘But to you – I’m The Ghost of Fucks That Never Were.’‘Makes sense,’ I croak, stiffening rigid under her touch. ‘And you’re here…’‘To save. Standing in the back of the bench, I told her to line back to it, holding on to me, and open her legs a bit more, which she did. I run my finger back and forwards, in her pussy, in such stent, that she lost it, grabbed my hands, pulling my finger in and out. I looked around, to see if we had been spotted, but no one seems to have notice anything, and this is Portmouth train station between 10.40 and 10.55. She was so horny, that her mind wasn't even there anymore, moving back and forwards, like. “Harder” you beg and my arms are aching but I strive to fuck you harder and faster, the way I would like if the tables were turned. You’re whimpering now and Oh god.. I really hope I don’t sound this pathetic when I’m being fucked but somehow I doubt I could because I don’t pretend to be all macho like you do. You’re wanking yourself off now for what it’s worth and I can see an end in sight. “Tell me what a useless little prick I am” you ask me because you need to be humiliated if you’re going.