), and he was obviously creeped out by the fact that I was hiding behind the bar. Hell, probably the only reason he had agreed to come out here was th... promise of getting to molest my under-aged companion. Dealing with him was going to be tricky. Carefully thinking up a plan while continuing our inane chatter, I decided that since I had satiated my lust on Courtneys eager young body earlier, and I wasnt hungry enough to merit eating two people, I would forgo all the foreplay and cut right to. Due to planning at the eleventh hour I haven’t made reservation in any train. So I boarded a passenger train from Bareilly junction. The train seemed to be negative choice as it was deserted inside, only a fistful passengers could be seen. But since there was no other option I sat in the most occupied compartment. Believe me even the most occupied wagon had about ten people. As the train drifted I grabbed my earphones and switched on the music, it was about 9:30 p.m. train stopped on its first. Stephanie and I were laying in bed one night talking, when she had to get up and use the bathroom. She put on her robe and walked out, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later, she came back in and crawled back in bed. I was on my back, and she threw her arm over me, rubbing my chest. Slowly she would rub my muscular chest, and then move her way down to my hard stomach. When I felt her hand on my cock, it started to respond and get hard. She then turned around, took my cock into her. Relieved because it allowed us some privacy and normalcy as we re-connected. But strangely disappointed, because I was denied the bizarre masochistic pleasure of my wife calling me from the home of another man. Maybe calling me from his bed. A bed they shared, his arm draped around her shoulder as he sat smiling at her side as she chatted with her cuckold husband. No words needed as his smile gently mocked and rammed home his victory and my loss. Knowing he’d won the most intimate and.