I didn’t listen. Nancy sat back down and pried my hands off my enlarged plaything. “What do you think you’re doing?” I shouted. “Something y...u’ll like better,” she said right before spitting on my cock. She then put it in her mouth and deep throated the whole thing. I didn’t know if I should watch Ashleigh riding watching my dad on the screen or my step-mom bobbing up and down on my junk. I tried alternating between the two but there was something more appealing about watching my dad’s wife. This time it was me, working my tongue into her mouth, feeling hers meeting mine as our two tongues wrestled.Sandy has the softest lips. The bottom lip is plump without looking unusual to her face. But I can't describe how it feels when she wraps it around my cock. It is simply the best set of lips I've ever felt.I slipped her shirt over her head with no hesitation on her part and took one of her breast in my hand. I bent my head down and took the soft nipple in my mouth as she leaned her head. I was wearing a lady v-neck slim fit t-shirt a thigh-sized shorts and slippers with my sexy lady specs on. I also had tattoos on my legs and arms and neck and my whole intention was to look like a t-girl or a gay bottom and it worked.It was a 2-tier AC coach and I boarded the train at 6:30 pm from Mysore. Until Bangalore, only me and an army guy was there in my bay. He spoke to me nicely, looked all around me. Mine was a lower birth and his was upper, just above me. Since it was only early in. ” “It’s not a …” a look of concern dropped over her face as I pulled it out. She had a pretty face, beautifully decorated with a look of puzzlement. She finally managed to ask “Then, uh, what is it?” “It’s a…” I almost told her what I thought it was, but I realized that saying it out loud would be like showing off a ‘bikini inspector’ tee shirt or a ‘free moustache rides’ button. God help me, I just started talking to her. I was as surprised as she was when it turned out to be mostly true! “…I.