Or maybe 34. In one guise, Sheila has become a Fan of ‘Will Schumann – author’, in another, Sheila wants to be my ‘Friend’. Sheila wants to ...e my friend. A line of text and a few pixels passing for a photograph. It’s hard to tell it’s her, I kid myself. It’s obviously her: even at this poor resolution, I can see her rosy lips, the tantalising arch of her brow, the blur, perhaps, of freckles bursting out instead of a tan. She’s still beautiful, then. Of course. Damn. I move the cursor over to. The Arabic woman turned around, made eye contact me, then looked away with an annoyed expression on her face – I don’t blame her, her c***d’s carriage really took up any of the remaining space. She had a pretty face and looked to be in her 30’s.As the doors closed, the train was crammed. I was wedged against the door and the side of the first seat. The train began to move.I looked down and saw her ass was literally 3 inches from my still aching boner. My heart began to race – I put my book. I had boyfriends and we touched and fondled but I never actually fucked anyone, although sometimes I'd secretly wish for them to just pull down my panties and take me.And at night I'd dream of having a cock inside me, be it in my ass, my mouth or my pussy. I always wanted a toy but never got around to buying one (I'd die of shame if anyone found it and new how much I played with myself).But then came the day I got my first apartment.You see because I always lived alone or with room mates my. Woh bhi panty mein jhad gayi…wo muskura kar chali gayi..kuch din tak woh nahi ayi mere ghar..phir achanak ek din ayi us din ghar par koi nahi tha..woh kehne lagi use maths padni hai maeine use andar bula liya.aur use maths padane laga…meine padte huwe uske boobs dekh raha tha…use pata tha aur wo bhi chup chap dikkha rahi thi..meine use kaha ki mujhe use chodna hai toh usne kuch na kaha…thodi der bad wo mere sath me akar baith gayi aur mere lund par hath rakhkar kehne lagi ki use bhi chudwana.