A chance meeting on a train with a virgin
A chance meeting on a train with a virgin.This is not real - it is just story. I’m Jack and I’m travelling to Scotland on business. I’m 55, fit, dark short hair (with salt and pepper highlights), trim but carrying a little extra around the waist. My wife says I look distinguished – ‘does that mean old?’ Sitting opposite is a 21 year old brunette, 5ft 4 with a large bosom. She has an attractive face and, like me, could do with losing a couple of pounds. She’s been on the phone for 30 minutes...