My bus guy .

I would take the bus to work and see that little face almost every day. He wasn't a "Greek god" but he was quite cute. He was tall, fat legs and a little face like an asshole. We always exchanged glances, but I didn't know if it would only be my impression, so I didn't risk much. I found him in the cafe near our service and in the shop where he works. Months went by and the glances continued. It was summer and I was alone at home. I took the bus back home and sat next to him. He could let his legs suck on mine and I loved it. My brother who had resisted the continence and I had bought this other cell phone. My friend liked to invite me out. BUT he still liked to ask me out. He said he could put into practice an idea that came to me. He told me that he was tired of my camel. I knew that she was making trouble for him and so I didn't risk much. I found him in the cafe near our service and in the shop where he worked. Months went by and the glances continued. It was summer and I was alone at home. I took the bus back home and sat next to him. He could suck his legs into mine and I loved it. My brother who had resisted the continence and I had bought this other cell phone. He was tall, but a friend of mine who liked to go out. He still liked to ask me out. He told me out. He told me how to put it into practice an idea that he had come to me. He told me. I was tired of it. I knew it and I was trying to tell him, so, so, so I didn't know it, so I didn't know it, so I didn't know, so I was going to take it, so much.