Then she walked away, shutting the door.Now I was embarrassed to return to my seat. So I took some time as I stood on the door, feeling the cold air h...tting my face as the train sped towards its destination.After about an hour, I returned to my seat hoping the girl would have slept. But she was awake and from the looks of all the girls, it was evident that she had discussed her experience with her mates. And they all kept staring at me and giggling and their eyes glared at me. I could feel that. That was when I started to grow my hair out. Mom always told me that Iwould look so nice with longer hair as long as I took care of it. Beforeshe passed I hadn't thought about trying it, but I knew that I could dothat as a tribute to her. And I've kept it long ever since.Dad hated my hair more than anything else about me. It was bright blondejust like mom's, and it fell down to the middle of my back just like mysister's did. When I turned thirteen and started to look more like ateenager, people. No matter what way the ball goes, it is still locked in the court between two people. I guess what I mean is I said some stupid things and kept the same topic longer than I should have. Seany left me in the court and went somewhere else to complain.My own crush for B developed as a byproduct of trying to determine if Sean was wasting his time pining over her. B insisted for a long time that she didn't like anyone, but the more I found out about her the more she fascinated me.I cared about Sean,. Myra moaned as her husband’s finger gathered her stimulation and she felt the tingles begin inside her, especially when he rubbed over her hard clit. Sensitive as it was, it reacted to Roland’s touch and began to quiver and pulse.Myra felt the same feeling in Roland’s long rock hardness. His cock began to throb more and more in her hand as his heart beat faster and he began to breathe deeper and exhale longer. She loved how hot his blood boiled inside his throbbing cock. The ridges her hand fit.