I picked up some Kentucky Fried Chicken on myway home, and when I got there I undressed, took my chicken and a couple ofbeers and headed for the compu...er.Eating as I watched the chatting scroll by and sipping my beer as usual. Ididn't chat much when I first logged on, but after I finished the food Ibegan to join in the conversations. It wasn't long before I was involved in afew conversations both on the channel and in private. Then a box popped uprequesting private conversation. The chatter's. . .?’ ‘What’s your name, nurse?’ Mandy . . . but what are you . . .?’ ‘Please, call me James. And I needed very much to touch another person. I hope you don’t take offense.’ My hand remained on her bare arm. ‘Oh,’ she stammered. ‘Mandy?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Sit on the bed. Please, I’d like to talk to you for a while.’ I removed my hand and to my surprise, she hopped up beside me. ‘We’re not supposed to do this you know . . .’ ‘I really, really appreciate it Mandy,’ and my hand found hers and covered it. My. Now shall I put a coat on or not I think to myself as I look at the clock realising its quarter to four and the station is twenty minutes away, no time for a coat I call a taxi to get me there on time. I arrive at the station at dead on four pm, I hurry out of the taxi and into the station trying to move quickly to get to the platform but in these shoes its impossible. I get the escalators to platform 3 as I go up there is no one there, I walk over to a bench in the middle of the platform and. Seeing the conflict on his face and the boner growing just under his zipper only attracted her more. She would do anything to be his little slut. Without a word he stood behind her, scratching her back. Mistaking his nervous laughter for playful arousal, Naya made her next move. "Hold on, I gotta unto my bra; I itch so badly." Reaching behind her back, she unlatched the clasps of her bra and pulled it off through the arm holes of her camisole. The sweat dripping from his brow wasn't from.