Toronto Subway Deepthroat
It was a hot Toronto summer Sunday evening when I was headed back home from spending an evening downtown with my friends. As 23-year-old junior college students we were enjoying the much-needed break from our semester exams. I was about six subway stops past the Bloor-Yonge line in an empty cart, I was seated near the doors having a perfect view of the empty seats opposite of me. The humidity was getting to me so I decided to unbutton three of the top buttons of my silk white shirt. My black, lacey bra was almost visible but given the cart was empty I couldn’t give a damn. Just as the subway came to a halt at the Greenwood stop I decided to touch up and reapply a bit of my luscious light peach lipstick to …