Chapter 2936 A Train & A Naked Pussy:>Ep18
- Mr Myford fingered the small book: Eleanor's diary. He, and Messrs Bowcock, Brent and Cuthbert, had briefly looked into it on the train the day before but had felt it too private to examine carefully. Mr Myford, though, was not with the others, rather on his own on the train -- well, not strictly alone, he was travelling in a carriage with quite a few other people, including a large lady opposite him. He had risen early and caught the train back down the line heading for the 'Unicorn' hotel, as agreed with his colleagues the previous afternoon. He had not stayed late in the bar at the conference hotel the previous evening knowing he needed to set his alarm and arise early. He had not even taken breakfast.
- The temptation to read just a little of Eleanor's diary became a little overwhelming. Finally, he drew back the covers of the little book and turned the pages and settled on a fairly recent entry. Whilst at first idly perusing, conscious he was rather intruding, he was quickly more than drawn in:
- 'My pussy, I don't know what to do with it sometimes. It really is so wet at random times of the day. I was walking (ha, I love doing that -- I can't help myself - can't sit for too long, I have to get up and keep walking in circles in my room), and suddenly felt my hole clenching or something; like I felt like I needed to touch it, and when I did, my hole was sopping. So sopping, it was quite unbelievable. So gooey and wet, my fingers making wet sounds when I merely slid them across my entrance, let alone when I stuck them up my heated hole. And did I! They slipped in so easily!!! I so needed a cock. So surprising to me how wet I tend to get! Out of nowhere! Just going about my day and I get an absolutely sodden little hole. And it just doesn't get satisfied no matter how much I rub or fuck myself with my fingers.