Jaycee is enjoying chatting with this younger man who has a very sexy flair about him, and she’s considering just how far should she push her luck.J...st as Jaycee is really mellowing, Coach knocks her wine glass over, spilling the contents all over the front of Jaycee’s dress. Horrified, Coach jumps up with his napkin to starts dabbing at Jaycee’s dress.“Jaycee, I am so, so sorry! So much for my athleticism,” Coach says apologetically.Jaycee is frozen in her seat as Coach continues to try as. ’ Just then my stomach growled. ‘Then come on in.’ He stepped inside and I did a cursory look. No gun that I could see, just tight white t-shirt and jeans. Okay, he looked like a wet dream in the sunlight, too bad the night hid the lines of his face and the green of his eyes. I led him to a bench with a radio playing Soul Asylum on it on the 90’s Café All Request Hour show. He set the bag down with two drinks and I kicked out a bench which we both sat on, each looping one leg over. I sniffed. All I have left from those bittersweet days is a bunch of faded dusty memories.But, even yet, every once in a while, usually late at night, I find myself imagining I can still hear the comforting sound of an old Southern Pacific Freight Train as it pulls out of the Railroad Yard gathering speed on its way through the comforting darkness of the desert. Ah, well... , memories...I don't know why, but of late, I catch myself thinking back with a special fondness to the youngest hobo, a young boy. He sat back grabbed me by the hips and fucked me, HARD. I remember screaming a little from the pain, and cursing because it felt so fucking good!!!! This was everything I’d ever wanted! He grabbed me by the shoulder as I moaned his name and told him how good his big cock felt inside me. He then said, “I want to see your face as I fuck your tight virgin Ass”. I happily obliged and got down on my back and pulled my legs back to open up my Ass for him which was completely stretched out!!! I could.