It doesn’t have much of fucking in it or even kissing but just experiences a common Indian guy would actually be in and to be more specific a common... everyday day local commuter who has been using Mumbai’s local train a “Mumbaikar”. I am pretty sure guys in Mumbai would be able to relate to me.So here I go. First let me describe myself right now I am 25 yrs old, 5’8 ht, and athletic built and wheatish colour, Guju boy. My very first experience in train goes way back when I had just started. I wanted her to come so badly, so I took her breast and sucked again on her nipple, both my hand on her ass helping her movements. Finally I felt her legs shudder, her pussy clenching my dick and a big moan when her orgasm came over her. That just pushed me over the edge and I came deep inside of her.When she came down, she rested her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my hand around her. We stayed coupled up like that for some time to catch our breaths and just enjoy.When she moved again, I. But then Nikki—our oldest child—went off to college. Lexxi followed the year after. Then it was Candy’s turn. Once Barbie—our youngest—left the nest, it was down to my husband and me. Or so I thought until he left me for a woman half my age. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was about to turn forty. I had lost everything. First my children, then my husband, and now my youth. Could things get any worse?My beautiful daughters may have been busy with college, they took time out of their busy lives. The deck ended in a white sand beach. To the left, there was an outdoor kitchen as well, with a gass grill and an open brick barbeque. I headed over to check it out, and was very impressed with the quality of the equipment. I re-entered the cottage through a smaller door next to the kitchen, finding myself on the other side of the dining room, where I discovered two more bedrooms.“My things are in this room, Chef,” Marina informed me, pointing to the further room. “The other room has two beds..