The skirt would be knee length and a bit loose so that once in awhile it would fly and give nice view of my milky thighs or if I wore chuddidar the pa...t would be very tight so as to stick to my legs and give a clear outline of the structure. I watched the men staring and that would always made me wet and I had to masturbate in the privacy of toilets or at home.Today I will narrate an incident in a train. Our family had to go to my sore for attending a marriage. As I had classes, so I asked them. " It took me four orfive minutes to find where we had parked the car five hours earlier. Idrove up to the front door of the club, and waited for my wife to come out.I continued to wait but she didn't show up.Finally, Gloria came out, leaned in the window, and said, "You may aswell come on back in. It's going to be awhile. They're fucking heragain."Gloria and I went back inside and I saw Gail on one of the couches, oneleg up on the back of the couch, the other spread out with the heel on. Soon both of them took eager turns sampling the hardness of my 7 1/4 inch medium-thick cut, fully exposed, clitty cock while I fully and willingly reciprocated. It was the youngest one who sank to his knees first in the age-old position of sexual submissiveness. To my delight, he chose my clitty cock first to go down on. However, I felt sudden unexpected pain on my cockhead as his teeth harshly scraped across it. He was a bit tipsy with weakened resistance and quite crudely sucking his very. Apart from work, long skirts, trousers and shorts were history as well. I liked the ease of access.The next few weeks were bliss, I’d never cum so many times each week as I was now doing, and I still didn’t know who was making me cum. What’s more, it was all in public. I began to realise that the public side of it was as important as the anonymity.I became one of the few people who enjoys their daily commute and a couple of people at work commented on my cheerfulness. I didn’t tell them why I.