“Perfect.” He smiled at her. “How do you feel?”“I feel okay.” She replied. “Are we done?”“Is your pussy wet?” he asked.She reach...ed down and checked. “A little.” She answered. “It feels nice when I touch it.”“Let me see.” He said, opening her knees with both hands. “I'm going to touch it, and you tell me if it feels nice, okay?”He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs and caressed the gusset of her cotton panties, then began tugging them off when they soaked through.“What are you. "Stay deep stay hard" I say as I start slow rocking. Oh how badly I wanted at that moment to be the 16 year old Christine keeping young Nick excited enough to keep on going and earning that second load of seed. Nick was with me, knew what I wanted and stayed deep, but not hard. It was not to be. Eventually it turned in to us in the shower, a pizza delivery and red wine. That was followed by deep sleep. Monday morning was up early to pickup the k** from Mom's. When I rolled out of bed. The luggage were safely put below. “Please enko chain alga dena,” she said. She handed over the chain and the lock. And while I bent down to fasten the chain to her suitcase she lifted her legs on the seat pulling her thighs on her chest. The saree was pulled against her exposed lower torso. I could swear that O could se the faint outlines of her pelvic mount and the outlines of her inner thighs and the faint outline of her couch. By now my cock were firming up.“Thanks, You are so kind, “She. The crowd started pushing from behind and moments later I found myself on the train.She was standing in front of me and the crowd was still pushing from behind. The crowd kept on pushing until all of them were boarded. Now it was jam-packed in the compartment with not even a single space left to turn around. It was now when things started getting heated up.The woman was wearing a thin worn out salwar. I was wearing a thin cargo pant and we were both sweaty. The train was so crowded that she.