The last lady in the line caught my eye, and she wasn’t even looking in my direction. She had a sensuous way of walking, perfectly natural, no pract...ced walk. She was wearing a light pink blouse of some sort of sweater material, and her breasts were nearly unfettered in their response to her walk. I think she was wearing a bra, but her breasts were large and healthy — the bra must have been one of those with the nearly transparent fine mesh cup things, and only intended to capture not control. . yes that feels so good... stroke my cock..." he said not looking away at me for a second. I felt myself so close to coming. This was so surreal. It felt so good I had to fight it the best I could. Just then he stopped as he leaned into me, his head went down to my crotch and I thought , Fuck, he's going to suck my cock.... but then I felt him spit on the head of my cock before lifting his head back up and continuing to stroke me. I'm not going to lie, a part of me really did want him to suck. After sucking me off, merideth shoved her pussy in my face and i started eating her shaved pussy, while lesslie sucked on those big tits. despite having just blown a huge load, i got hard again and was ready to go again. i got up and put my dick at the opening of merideths pussy. she guided me into her hot, wet slit and i began to fuck her, slowly at first. while i did this, lesslie strattled merideth's head so she could have her pussy licked. i started pumping merideth faster, and i could feel. So, nobody was there to farewell him. And Ben was not just leaving home to work in Salzburg or Vienna as other young locals did. He was leaving for Australia, the other side of the world. True, Ben had assured his mother - believing that it might be true – that he would return after a two-year working holiday.Now, twenty-one years later, as the train that had brought him pulled out, Ben stood again on the platform of that now so different seeming station. Nobody had come to welcome him home..