She was searchingfor seat andI am surprise when she sits on my seat. "Oh aunty this is my seatalso." I amvery happy that sexy looking aunty will be sh...aring the berth with meas she alsohad RAC. I was praying we do not get berth and it was crowded trainand TTE toldno seat and have to adjust in one only.We are sitting and talking. "Aunty I am Kamal going to Delhi forfamilyfunction." "I am Sushma going to Delhi also." From talk I learn sheis marriedand having one daughter and husband is doing job. In the spirit of reliving things, we decided to do nothing more than we did a year before. That basically limited everybody to relating a fantasy while masturbating. It was fun, but mostly tame compared to the activities that sometimes happened at the apartment.While we were at Kneely Park, June informed me that her mother was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed that I didn't really have any interest in ass fucking. She was no longer working up the courage to bind herself as June. She kicked me in the balls and said, “Do not talk to me like that! Where’s fun if you cum to soon.” After what seen like hours and hours of bring me to the edge of cumming and then stopping, I begged her to let me cum; my balls were heavy and felt like they were going to explode. “What do I get out of it?” she said. “Anything, just let me cum please,” I replied. “Anything?” she said. “Yes, just let me fucking cum!” I replied. She grabbed my balls and squeezed them, “What the fuck did I tell you. It would go very well with thespaghetti and meatballs the still fit middle aged man with close croppedreddish blonde hair knew he'd find on the dining room table a bit laterin the evening. He smiled, thinking of how the pasta and bread neverseemed to bother his own figure, nor that of his wife who was stillquite shapely even at forty-one years old. He knew his wife would begetting home from her own job as a bank branch manager at least an hourbefore he got home from the coin shop he ran. It.