Her shirt was fully unbuttoned this time and it fell open as I made my way there. "Much more revealing this time," I smiled. She nudged my head toward... her nipples and moaned as my tongue found them. I licked them a little, sucked them a bit, kissed them, and her lips. I really loved kissing this woman, and she kissed back so well. So well that I hardly noticed she was sitting there in just a thong under her shirt. A tiny black thong that she was grinding into as we kissed. I was so aroused.. To lay her gently, face down, onto the playing field that doubled as my bed and secure her wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the thick, black, silken cords that lay, in waiting, on my bedside table. To pick up my supple leather switch and, gently at first, then with increasing vigour, to lay down a series of beautiful red welts on the smooth, tight, skin of those succulent buns. I imagined the thrill of watching her writhing and twisting in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain as the leather. I am woken up by the sudden stop of the train. I notice a man on the platform, tall, brown skin, clean shaved face. He wears a black old t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts. He jumps on the train and I hear the door of my carriage opening, he walks along the corridor, and sits right in front of me. We just glance at each other and I turn my head away. His legs are quite muscular, you can see veins in his hairless calves and legs, he is very fit. He has abroad chest and thick arms. I can see his. Par us waqt main bachi thi par jaise main badi hui to mujhe wo scene yaad karke maja aane laga. Mera interest bhi ladkon mein hone laga.Jab tak main 10th mein hui to mummy ko psychiatry ki problem ho gayi. Wo har baat par jhagda karne lagi. Papa se sex bhi nahin karti thi. Jis wajah se papa ne baahar sex karma shuru kar diya. Is baat se bhi ghar mein jhagda ho jaata tha. Mujhe papa par bahut taras aata. Kai bar to main mehsoos karne lagti ki agar main unki beti na hoti to main unehin khushi de.