It’s strange how things turn out
Pure fictional erotica with no relationship to anyone everPure fictional erotica to titillate your libido. I was sent to Colchester to run a training course. A great excuse for a Carole outing. Having dressed under my jeans and sweatshirt. White bra, with matching panties and suspender belt, tan stockings firmly attached to the clips. On the journey I stopped off for a call of nature. I unzipped and emptied my bladder. When a rather slender guy walked in and stood next to me. “M...