No wig ormakeup or padding on my chest could change that. My face wasn't stunning- it was covered in a 5 o'clock shadow that was growing out through a...oorly-applied makeup job that represented the best I could do with whatlittle I could cobble from my sister's vanity and a few weeks of watchingYouTube tutorials. My blonde hair wasn't gold - it wasn't even mine. Itwas a cheap wig from a local Halloween store, with out-of-place hairssticking to my face. Each time I tried brushing them away, they. Even from half a foot back, the scent of unwashed ass slammed into me and made me leak precum. His crack was mildly hairy and rather sweaty, what surprised me most however was his actual hole. Despite his outward clean appearance, his hygiene (like many straight males) was clearly limited back here, since it was rather clear from the shit streaks on and directly next to his hole that wiping wasn't his strong suit. Thats okay, I was more than willing to do that cleaning for him.I took my right. It started with some chat about how hot the weather was, he introduced himself as Josh and I told him my name was Scott. In the course of the conversation he told me that he had been down to Glasgow visiting his family as his little sister was due to head off to university in a few weeks. I chatted about work and it’s fair to say that we seemed to be getting along alright, mostly just small talk. As the train thundered along our chat continued, at one point I one of the girls from the hen party. Winter tourists had long since gone home and it was still a little early for the families with children that invade us every summer.I picked her up at her motel and couldn't believe my eyes, she was even more beautiful in person than any magazine could ever depict. Her entire ensemble was straight out of a fashion page. She was wearing a white blouse accented with red piping and a red logo on the pocket, white shorts with a red stripe, white athletic shoes with the same red logo and a white and.