We ultimately reach a place where a river is flowing over the road. We have to turn back and take a circuitous route. Time is running fast- the road s...eems endless. We reach a crowded bazaar. We make several enquiries about the location of the station. I feel restless-it is time for the train to depart from the station. I feel like weeping. My chauffeur is not familiar with place. None of my predecessors ever choose to board the train from this place. All preferred Junglepur although Birsinghpur. As I fell into her, she pulled me in. Her lips opening for mine, warmth spreading between us, enveloping us whole. A slow trot at first, the pairs of lips smashing harder with every passing moment. Quickly progressing to a raging march. Clashing as if in a terrible battle. The tongues their swords. She had always been shy for a kiss filled with a good dose of tongue, unless in the excitement I drove in past her barricades of shyness. As our tongues were engaged, my hand found a new will for. He undressed her from behind, her trim butt and legs were revealed. There were various minor scars and freckles on her skin, around her shoulders and such. He kissed her neck, pressing his groin against her butt. Her black panties and bra were plain and yet the fabric and texture aroused him. Her breasts were small and his hands ran over them, nipples slight bumps under her bra. She hummed at his touch.It was then they climbed up onto the bed. Andrea removed her garments without ceremony and. She snapped a close up of mylegs...."Can you see the stockings now? I told you! ... yes, I know, thecoup of the century! ... Come right over!" and she hung up thephone. How could this get any worse? Then she asked me to liftmy skirt. My eyes opened wide."Do you want me to email this to your sister?" I couldn't talk,I just shook my head. "Come on, UP!" I slowly grabbed the hem ofthe blue and gold cheerleading skirt and pulled it up. "All theway".I didn't know what else to do but continue and she.