Once the train started, she said bye to her hub and moved back to her seat, her was the inner lower berth. She sat there, I happen to look at her, she... also looked at me, it went on for abt 15minutes.then the kids and older woman went to sleep, one kid on middle berth, the other middle berth occupied by the older lady. Rani ( her changed name) took the berth fm where I could see her, the kid on the opp berth. rest of the family slept, we continued glancing at each other for sometime, she tried. Excited envy has to bethe term to describe my reaction as the girls talked about the latestbrassiere or girdle and whether the discomfort of wearing certain styleswas worth the added sexiness. As much as I would have loved to try onand even wear enticing and ego boosting unmentionables, I put suchthoughts aside as being unattainable.That I no longer allowed myself to yearn to try those fascinating itemsof intimate apparel didn't stop me from not so unconsciously emulatingthe sitting postures. There are times when I feel disgusted about the fact of me still being a virgin. I have had girls in my arms but none to my bed. I crave badly for my arousing sexual desires to be satisfied. I am sure, time had been bad until very last week.Last week on the Wednesday, I was home after college playing online. My phone rang and it was mom calling me. I picked up and answered the call to know my mom was planning to go shop in the mall as she had a team dinner planned at her office. I requested mom. And how do they "do it" A bit embarassed by this she starts gathering the things for my nails. Dancing around the question. This turned up the heat it my virgin panties. She sits on the bed and holds her hand out, a simple, innocent gesture. But I reach for the towel. I pull it loose and her perfect small breast pops into view. Her pussy was bushy, and her skin smooth like butter. She stood up on the bed, towering over me. And without a word, walk right up to my face. Her pussy was inches above.