Free Blog: BUS STOP WHORES waited for him at tables outside the coffee shop. The weather had lifted and so the day was steamy. She had dressed half-casually; her sporty firm body came through via her exposed calves. Her plump, pendulous breasts were hidden under a business suit top.
Jean saw Michael coming and he looked sort of regular, in shape, and generally like a nice intelligent young man. So, she nodded to herself and was ready to put in her hour of advice.
However two things happened.
Michael walked up to her shyly and said, "Jean?"
When she said, "Yes. You're Michael!", his eyes flashed alive with something nice.
That was the first thing. "What was that lovely flash in his blue eyes," she thought.
The second thing was this and it was completely more telling.
After a 30 seconds of quick chat she got up.
