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Chapter 8 by TheTruePenguin TheTruePenguin

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Olivia Castle, down to get nerdy

While the girls continued to chatter, Omar glanced out of the window, noticing as the landscape shifted once again, replaced by... downtown? Well, technically not his downtown, but it was definitely inside of a city, as he felt the train car lurch for a second, the angel shoved the door open just in time as another woman came flying into the room, landing flat on her face with heaving gasps.

"Hello Olivia, welcome aboard the HH Express where... what are you doing?" The angel queried as Olivia pushed herself partway up and started feeling around on the floor.

"I'm trying to find my glasses; can you help me sir?" The dark brunette asked with a tone of annoyance, like this was an everyday occurrence.

He seemed to consider the question for just a moment before giving Omar another look and smirk as he pointed towards the opposite end of the train car, "I think they fell over there. You can go take your seat once you find them."

Olivia thanked him, and crawled over, giving Omar, in the central seat towards the head of the car, an unobstructed view of her wiggling ass as she stretched around on the floor, her pants doing nothing to hide the ample swells of her rear.

Just as quickly, the moment ended, Olivia apparently finding her glasses as she stood on a pair of dark heels and turned to find a seat, letting Omar and the rest see her fully.

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Omar didn't quite make it past her chest, however, as he keenly stared where her shirt had several buttons undone from the rough arrival, a fact she seemed to become aware of as she frantic buttoned up her blouse, covering the peek of a dark lacey bra Omar had spotted.

Between the glasses, dark blouse, dark slacks, and dark heels, Omar couldn't help but be reminded of several of his TAs, some of which had been professional and harsh, and a couple that were keenly aware of their stellar looks.

"What are you all looking at? They're boobs; you've all got a pair if you want to stare. Well..." Olivia stared straight at Ashley as she smirked, walking past with an air of superiority to her seat, folding one leg over the other as Omar tore his eyes away with a deep blush.

He couldn't help but also notice that Olivia's was the last seat on the right side, left side, his right, regardless, there wasn't another seat in front of her, and only one remaining across the aisle.

Tits?

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