Me sharmila hu par or usse bhi zada romantic hu. Lets come to the story:- Last year me delhi me hostel me rehta tha.last year december ki sardiyon ki ...hi bat hai.me apne mum dad ke pass ,jaa raha apna birthday celebrate karne, jo ki amritsar me reh rahe the. Birthday to bahana tha muje mum se malne jaana tha kyoki muje apni mum ki badi yad aa rahi thi. Mera reservation sham ko 7.30 wale train ke ac 2 tier coach me tha.me train me chadha to paya ki meri seat side wale niche ki seat thi.muje ye. Julia’s hands roamed all over Ben’s body, caressing his skin as she pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. While she tugged at his pants, he moved his lips down to her neck and seemed in no hurry to get either of them undressed: his attention was focused entirely on kissing her. His lips touched every inch of the sensitive skin of her neck, making her pulse race. She started to squirm under his deliberate movements, anxious for him to explore the other parts of her body. He ignored her. When I stopped him he whispered to "show John a bit of leg, he's not seen a pussy since his wife left." It all just went from there, I felt strangely sexy knowing I was being "encouraged" to turn John on too and joined in like a true nymphomaniac, within half an hour I was alternating between sucking one off while the other fucked me and the other way round. I was stunned, all that lovely hard cock wanting little me. We fucked almost non-stop for about three hours, I was sore but the both of. ‘Now that you’ve asked me about my nationality… what’s an American doing in Japan drawing smut? I’d have thought there was enough opportunity for boob-drawing back home.’ ‘Well, I originally came over here to work on anime,’ Terry said. ‘There was some new company that was looking to bring in foreign artists, and I jumped at the chance. It sounded too good to be true, and, well, it was. The company collapsed, all my cheques bounced, and I was stuck in Japan without airfare enough to get home..