she was new in Mumbai.-> she was scared, but I figured out she was bold and fun loving.-> she was married but no sign of her husband.Trusting my judgment, I replied “Lagta hai ajj ka quota khatam hone ko aaya hai. Kal phirse aana padega. App chale jaoo ab gharpe. Train mai rush chalu ho jayega. App kaha rehete ho.”She replied, “Nalasopara mai, bohut dur hai yaha se.”Slowly she started to tell me all about her journey to the city from chondi village in. He’d changed trains in Paris and Geneva, not understanding a word that was spoken around him and little of what was on the limited signage. He’d nearly missed his connection in Paris, but the porter on the second train spoke passable English and pointed Wesley to the correct train in Geneva. He changed again in Milan and was thankful that his years of Latin helped him at least interpret signs in Italy. The trains, however, had been horrid. Doc had told him a joke when they connected by. I grunted softly and opened my eyes. I looked at him in his eyes; as he bent over and kissed my red lips. Then he cupped my boobs in his hands.I moaned with pleasure as he pinched my erected nipples. Then I begged him to do it again. He repeated all, enjoying my moans.I felt my nipples were sore from all the pinches.I looked down and saw my legs were widely open now and there were wet patches on the chair. I was horny and soaking wet. My cunt was swollen and a bit sore from all the sex.Read More
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