Over a hundred of the attendees were former members of the pipe crew, spanning generations. People took turns telling stories of Mister Loeschen and ...he secret acts of generosity he had performed for the benefit of nearly everyone there. I even took a turn at the microphone. Because of my notoriety as a professional athlete, people may have given me more attention when I spoke, but really all I could contribute were a few stories of how generous Mister had been and how much he had affected. Only a short year ago had you even suggested to justine that he would be sitting in a woman's bathroom, dressed not in jeans as might be expected of a young man but, as a frilly, fetishtic, French maid frothing in lace, and wobbling on sky high heels, having just cleaned his mistress' bathroom, he would have taken a swing at your chin and laughed at your injured jaw. That of course was before he had been set up by that bitch who was now his mistress. Before a year of intensive hormone therapy. She held my head and tried to push it further inside, moaning and saying, “ Keep on going Akash, You are so amazing”.I gently bit her clitoris, her pussy lips and wiggled my tongue inside her. Her breath became heavy and loud while I continued doing that.She held me so tight that I was not able to breathe. After a minute more of my tongue moving inside her pussy and my biting her pussy, she came with a very loud moan. She squirted a lot on my face and her cum was all over it.This made me go mad. Her flowing hair and breast bounced with graceful step. She look to be in her mid 40's. This woman quickly became my goal to get to know. As she disappeared out of sight. Until I saw her again as she passed by me going down the isle of the train. So I quickly made it my business to follow her tantalizing scent before it disappeared into thin air. While I followed her I wondered how to approached a woman that smells like a rose and look like she does.Just then she looked worried looking for.