Thanks for that Millie.”
The 3 of us got a drink and went and sat in a corner to talk. Milf sex My brain was also telling my other hand to cover my tits or pussy, but it wouldn’t move either. I overheard one say,
“The fucking bastard, I’ve a good mind to report them to someone; we’d both make great cheerleaders.”
I smiled and thought,
“You’ve got to be joking; you’d be better applying for the job as the Michelin Man.” (The symbol of the tyre manufacturer). He liked what he was seeing and my pussy told me that it liked me showing it to him. All the time there was a steady stream of guys coming over to me to talk to me and get a closer look as I stood there in the middle of the room. I’d had boyfriends at university, but when I moved back to Loughton I was on my own and happy to be that way. Ha, listen to me, after what I did for that man on the train. “I thought that seeing me naked,
