The commute

The Commute Part 1 We Meet Each day I get on the bus for the long ride to Rome from our little village. Everyday there is this beautiful woman, dark hair, always dressed in something[…]

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Tension

I spent the better portion of the brief subway ride Downtown trying to figure out what Veronica had on underneath her long winter coat. I could see her black fishnets, but only below the knee.[…]

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Mrs. k – 2

JAY’S STORY I woke up after a short sleep of an hour or so. My head had moved from its resting place against her big soft breasts and was now against her tummy. Mrs K[…]

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