Running for a train

Many years ago, I was commuting on a daily basis from rural Ireland, I am now retired and never married. During my working life I would catch a train to Dublin and then bus from the train station to the city center.

I was head of a section and never married but I was more like a mother hen to the girls that worked for me rather than a boss. I would often go for drinks with the girls that worked with me, and would blush at some of the things they told me. Especially when one of them was getting married and they were discussing their Hens night.

As I never married and being born in a different time, I had never had **, and still the same today. I have resigned myself to remaining a virgin.

My embarrassment concerns me running for a train and feeling my knicker elastic snap and felt in horror as they started to descent whilst I was walking quickly / running for the train. I could feel them slowly going down my legs, to my knees. At that point I stopped and allowed to let them gather around my ankles. Much to the amusement of my fellow commuters.

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