The back door of the theater opened and she stepped out, and walked towards the car. Her blouse was stained with cum, there was cum on her skirt, and ...I noticed a few globs in her hair. She stepped up the the passenger side of the car where I sat, leaning over, allowing her blouse to fall open, displaying her cum covered tits, and hard nipples.“Um, are you going to let me in?” Cheryl questioned.“Yep, but you can drive,” I replied, and she giggled.She strutted around the car, her tits bouncing. There were two guys who got into the train at Kharagpur. One of them wanted a lower berth and wanted to know whether I would swap berths with him. I glanced at her and she nodded her head imperceptibly saying no.“Sorry, my wife is not well and she needs my help!” I said glancing at her. She smiled a little, my heart raced and my groin hardened at the hint of things to come. The two guys went up to their berths and promptly went to sleep. I opened the packet of idlis that my mother had packed. It looked as hard as steel and deep red, and I was afraid he might come too soon -- too soon for what? -- and decided to play with his balls instead. They were big and round, hanging loose in the sack, and when I took one into my mouth I felt him tense up.“Oh, yes,” he said.I let that ball go and sucked the other one, dropped it and then began licking his scrotum.“Oh... My… God,” he said.I was about to go back to work on his cock when he gently pushed me away, sat up and switched to 69. Jack gulped and his hand slipped off his rampaging prick. He watched his son pump the meat into his wife and saw that his daughter was available for a similar coupling, and smiling in happy anticipation of it.To his credit, Jack had done his best. But now his will power melted in the inferno of his lust and only one force motivated him, that unholy compulsion to shove his cock up his daughter's fuck-hole.Jack grasped his cock at the hilt again, as if it were a spear that had impaled him..