Yeh abhi ki baat ha jab ma apne ghar aayu hua hu mere jee mains ke paper ke liye to mai unko tab se pyaar krta tha jbse unhone hmare sahmne wale ghar ...e shift kiya tha…Meri un par pehle din se he najar thi…Par kabhi unse baat nhi kr paaya ..Thoda bhut mummy kaam keh deti thi to unke paas chla jaata aur wo hmesha mujhe dekh kar smile paas krti aur ma bhi thoda smile kr deta… Par mere se rha ni jaata tha unke bina toh mai roj usko chodne ke plan bnane lga par kamyaab na hua…Woh jab bhi ghar se. I know how silly that sounds, but I don't care. It's better to have someone perfect than not at all. She added me on a social networking site that I can't even remember. I don't use it anymore. It was just a random add but we ended up living a lot closer than we thought. Five hour distance. I would stay for a week at a time, she lived with her mother and sister, which we thought was funny because I lived with my father and brother. We both lived in small towns, walking distance from everything.. I’d slide my hand into my pocket and massage the bloated knob until I was just ready to explode then I’d put myself back up against the person and finish to job, sometimes my timing would be out and I’d end up with a hand full of goo, if I could I’d try to transfer this onto the unsuspecting traveller. When the train was really full I would slowly reach down, pull their skirt or dress up a little and wipe my hand or cock off on the inside of the material, I often imagined what they thought it. The thigh high, six inch heeled boots, complimented her slender and shapely legs. In her left hand, she had her signature riding crop. She looked ravishing. “Thanks for coming,” she smiled, as she hugged me and kissed my cheek. “I wouldn’t miss your performance for the world,” I smiled back at her. “You look exquisite, Mary, as usual. I don’t think I have ever seen you dressed in all white.” “You are always the charmer, Gil. Thank you. Jim will be right back He had to use the little boy’s.