Second incident was the girl with a pony tail not that long just to her shoulders, as she walked though her hair weaved left, right, left, right so on, in a almost hypnotising manner. I was so distracted by this I followed her hair for like a minute, the odd thing was I wasn't aware that this motion could be sustainable without purposeful intent. A little weaving sure, but this was like a pendulum in motion with every step reaching about 30 degrees from the spin line. I was going to ask her about it, but like normal chickened out and continued on my way.
There's one more thing I was going to write about, but cant remember exactly what. If it was the observation that everyone there is now younger than me, or how I wanted to rip the cloths off one girl and fuck her brains out. But I guess that's it for today. I'll have more perverted stories tomorrow probably after the yoga class.
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