“Please ... do what you like with them ... and call me ‘Annette.’ No one feeling me up needs to be so formal!” Annette encouraged Erin with a ...earty laugh.“Damn, your ass is tight as ever!” I told Michelle as I invaded her hot, slippery bum so vigorously.“All the better to milk you, my dear!” Michelle giggled as she paraphrased the Big Bad Wolf.“Me, too! Gotta love it ... right in the butt!” Missy moaned with pleasure as I sank my dick back into her booty.“Holy smokes, yeah! I’ve fallen in love. It is funny how you can stand on the same platform with someone year in and year out yet not know a thing about them. Some of my colleagues like to give them names and guess at things like their occupation, but I like to just smile and nod. I figure that the majority of people just want to be left alone, after all the anonymity of a large city is one of its best attributes, as far as I am concerned. On this particular day, the previous train had been cancelled so the platform was more crowded. The other day we both were in the same lift while entering the odc. I couldn’t withstand and thought of saying hi and almost did that and she also looked like responding but words didn’t come and we both stood in lift looking at each other until it’s opened and we entered odcs without speaking a word again.I guess when we meet the right girl/woman words get struck. May be same for woman/girls. One thing for sure, she was my type. I got that. One day, while I was leaving on my bike after office. Ednesday, April 6, 2005I was outside my sisters' bedroom door at 6am, when a bleary-eyed Donna came out. She'd be firing on all cylinders in a few more seconds. We headed outside.Once we were on the sidewalk, I said, "First point of business. No pretty girls have hugged me today, and I need one to before I can run properly." And I gave her a quick hug. I could see she really wasn't in the mood, but that was okay, they're there for when she is.She said, "You're just trying to make me go easy on.