Looking down at your soiled blouse, you realize that this is no way to greet your brother or his friends. 'They are definitely going to notice this,' you reason, 'and when they ask what this is, what will I say? And what if they recognize the stink of semen off me? I'll have to admit that I just gave my very first blowjob, sucking off some awful negro on the bus ride here... how humiliating!'
Instead you decide to head for the station's washroom to clean up and maybe change clothes. But you encounter further disappointment once you locate it, as the single facility is unisex and, either due to mischief or a desire to deprive the space of too much privacy, lacks even a door. Inside, a flickering fluorescent light reveals a grimy counter and sink just around from the door, and the less said about the state of the toilet the better (fortunately you don't have to go).
You are hesitant to use such shabby and accessible quarters, but you are also determined to either scrub the offending splatters from your clothes or change outfits entirely, but that's going to mean taking it off...
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