To get out and be a slut,a cock sucking whore with no regrets to what they do to me. Go ahead,pound my hole,I can take it, or can I? I got o... the west bound train heading for the west side. I sat looking out the window,thinking in my slutiest mind what I will find. The doors opened and in walked a black guy,he had a ripped body and was dark complected. I shuttered to myself as he sat across from me.I wish at that time I could be a big titted blonde with sexy blue eyes. I shudder at the sudden pleasure, being inside her… holding her head against mine, her wings completely surround us both. Like a million fingers touching me at once. Sounds of moans but more like singing come from her mouth and through tender lips. I worry with each movement I make of hurting her, but she reassures me I won’t. I can her all of her thoughts and see all the things she wants to do with me in her head. Rubbing our cheeks together with each thrust, I hear her singing grow louder. Her tongue was in my mouth exploring all around. I released her breasts and my arms went around her and kneaded her perfect ass. Just then, her phone rang. She picked it up and put it on speaker phone. It was my wife and their conversation was like this:“Neeru where are you, when are you coming here?”“Didi, I just reached home with a headache and will have tea with Jijaji. If I don’t call you back, you people finish the function and come back.”“So what is your Jijaji doing?”“I don’t know, he is. Handing me a wine list he gives me a moment to make my decision. A nice bottle of Merlot is chosen and he runs off to fetch it. Returning he pours an approval taste for me and waits (hey they’re not called waiters for nothing).I nod and he pours my glass full and places the club soda with lime you ordered down. He then puts a smaller opaque glass on the table. This is for you to have some wine because he knows you’re u******e and he knows I tip well. I tell him we are going to talk for a while.