I was running late than usual and the trains were a bit crowded. I managed to get in somehow and stood closer to the door. Since I was in at a differe...nt time, I couldn’t find any of regular lovers.At the next station, a South Indian man boarded the train and stood next to me. He was giving me hints and I was responding back. To make it easier, I unzipped my denim and stood there! In no moment, he pushed his fingers inside and started rubbing my cock over my underwear. It felt good. Soon he. I will make sure word of this gets out to the right people and he will be disciplined. Now please do not take what I am about to say the wrong way, but do you think you could do that thing by yourself?”‘Why Kilnary, do you want me to do the job of killing the dictator like that? Why not have him do the killing; it would certainly make my life easier. He is the one who thinks he is too good for this type of thing, having to work with humans that is. This way he gets the credit and glory of. She felt pain. She bit her lips her eyes widened. I felt that my cock would not be able to poke through her hole…. After 3 more such try, my penis found the way and by fourth attempt my 2 inch penis was in.Her pussy was very tight and full of love juices. With this tears rolled from her eyes and she cried. I kissed her but she complained of severe pain. I consoled her with love. I knew my penis was very thick and she was not used to thick cocks so I was cautions. Then I gave a little jerk & 4. ‘Do you know if a Mrs. Jane Phillipson is the wife of S. Phillipson? I have a delivery for her.’ ‘You must have the wrong address, Mister. Soren lives by himself. There is no Mrs. Phillipson as far as I know.’ ‘Oh. Looks like there’s been a screw-up. I better go back to the office and see if I can get it straightened out. Thanks for your help.’ I walked back to the car. So Soren was a single guy. One more piece of information. I was now guessing that they were meeting at this apartment, and I.