She stood up and pulled down her pants as did I. My penis burst out of my underwear. I laid her onto the couch and got on top of her. I started kissin...g her and rubbing my penis along her slit. God she was already soaking wet. So I effortlessly slid myself deep into her. She rocked her hips into me as I thrust myself in perfect unison to her movements for about 10 minutes. Then she began to tense up as my Mount Vesuvius erupted into her grand canyon. “That was amazing.” She said “Yeah it was. Nothing of her bottom was seen, but what ever seen is god’s gift.After wearing all she washed it and went inside the house. In the mean time I shagged inside my pants. And again slept on the charpai (bed) and was preying god for a sleep .as soon my eyes was bit asleep I heard some sound on the roof, like somebody coming. I peeped with one of my eyes to saw pooja with the washed clothes .she came to hang them for drying. She kept them and went away.Seeing bras my penis was a bit hot again .I. When travelling in the jam packed compartment many times I was surrounded by men young and old. Most of the times the young boys used to take opportunity of the crowd and press against my body. Their hands used to go at different parts of my body and especially my boobs. I had boobs which were big compared to my age. They were big soft and firm.They used to look very attractive and may be every young man would love to touch them. One day I was caught in the train among a strong crowd all young. After the second time, they lay there long enough for the guilt and reality of the situation to settle back in. In a strange way, as they cuddled, the feel of flesh on flesh was fine. The intimacy of touching each other in non-sexual ways was acceptable. The knowledge of what they'd just done, though, was less so, for both of them. Both were still wearing their wedding rings, and both of them felt them on their fingers."I'm not sorry," insisted Jeff, mostly to himself, and mostly in an attempt.