She thought it smelled of man-smells, of leather, tobacco, and the charred wood of a campfire.For a brief minute, just after he took her hand, led her... through the door, and then closed it, she felt as though she was transported back in time - she in her elegant gown, he in his perfectly tailored jacket, standing together, awash in flickering sienna. Now she felt so small, barely able to reach the armrests of the wide leather chair. Sitting forced the open front of the dress higher, nearly to. A lot!!Shikha: Imagine, people having sex in train.. (and laughed)Me: Haha.. by the way, I had oral sex with my ex once.Shikha: What?? are you kidding?? weren’t you guys scared.Me: Babe, we were in 2nd AC compartment and they have curtains there.Shikha: Then also yar, what if someone would have come all of a sudden.Me: Thats the fun. Vaise no one comes in the night unless the train halts at some station.Shikha: Man.. that is so risky… exciting too!! (and laughed..)Me: yeah… could have had sex. If not now, when? "Well, I can get out of your way... or not." Rocco stood up from the chair and stepped towards the sofa. In two long, steady strides, he stood next to Nacho, and placed a hand on the Spaniard's strong shoulder. This startled Nacho, but he didn't recoil or move away. Perhaps he was simply too surprised to react. "Maybe I can give you a hand?" Rocco suggested, as he placed his other palm firmly on Nacho's right pectoral. Nacho began to take a series of short breaths, as his. My mom was in a knee length dress that kept blowing about in the strong wind. On one instance, it whipped up totally and almost exposed her panties. Luckily for her modesty, my dad managed to help her push it down before anyone on the road could catch a glimpse.However, it was enough to give me a hard on for the whole day. My mom noticed my repeated fidgeting during lunch and scolded me "What are you doing son?! Why do you keep fidgeting around? Keep still and eat your lunch." My mom was always.