Ab mai story pe aata hu jo ki bilkul sacchi story hai.Ek din mai mumbai me local train se safar kar raha tha ,aap to jante hi hai ki mumbai local mai ...kaisi bheed rehti hai usdin 1 station se ek mast aurat train mai chadhi thi vo bohot hot lag rahi thi uska fig 36 30 38 tha usne hot black blouse aur blue saree pehna tha,blouse deep neck wala tha uske dudh kafi bade the aur usne apne baal khole hue the,use dekhkar mujhse raha nahi gaya aur mai uske piche khada ho gaya uski gand bhi mast aur bhari. She opened her little pink purse and drew out her driver’s license. That was the only reason that she had brought a purse and that was the only thing inside. She had brought no money or credit cards just to ensure that she had no way to chicken out and avoid the long walk home by calling a cab.?If you’d like to take a seat,? he gestured to a black fake-leather and chrome bench by the back wall, ?I’ll have a test vehicle brought around. It may take a few minutes, so make yourself. At the age of 21. During this time she discovered that he was gay. Yes, I said it. somehow the talk of the town she lived in was about how her husband was fucking around with some 17 year old high school boy. She had kicked him out of the room but for the kids, he would still lived there and play Father to them.She over time became disgusted by sex and anything to do with sex. She burred that part of herself deep down inside of her and worked on being a mother and keeping up a huge. She had nice hips and a tiny waist. I loved to put my hand on her hip and trace her curves as we lay side by side. She was self conscious about her tiny breasts - I could put her entire breast in my mouth - but, I loved her puffy pink nipples. I would suck a nipple into my mouth and feel it begin to dissappear and be replaced by a long hard nipple. Once it was hard I would continue sucking until my lips were against her chest. Sometimes this would make her cum. I still start drooling whenever I.