I am ready to play with this gentleman under the trousers,” she replied while squeezing my crotch.I got up and walked out of the coach. She followed...me. As she walked out, I pulled her hair and pinned her to the coach wall. “You’ll be rammed real bad for the misbehavior. Ready? Or should I leave you?” I asked her.“Sluts like me deserve to be rammed. I ain’t afraid of it, my man,” She bit her lip in a slutty manner and said this. I pulled her to a washroom of the adjacent coach. It was a big. Anjali then threw herself up on the bed. Now she started to fondle her breasts a bit more roughly. Hair, cheeks, lips, breasts, navel, she kept running her hands on them continuously. With left hand pressing her boobs, she then slowly started touching her thighs and ran her right hand over her pussy.She slid her hand inside her track pants and underwear to touch her now wet vagina. She tried to insert her middle finger inside her pussy but there was something which contained her full pleasure.. We had talked and both found we got on and agreed to meet up again.Over time we had told each other our fantasies and I had fulfilled is Catholic school girl fantasy and his nurse bed bath fantasy and inwardly had to admit I had those fantasies too, but did not let Steve know. Which brought my thought back to today. Steve was fulfilling my fantasy of being a bride.Steve had made all the arrangements.I finished my breakfast and went for a shower as I was towelling myself dry the doorbell rang. I. Each night, and sometimes again in the morning we made slippery, wailing love, kissing and licking each other everywhere, fluids all over us. And those prehensile lips of hers worked their magic on my penis, sucking such streams of sperm from me I didn't know I was capable of shooting.While I hadn't forgotten about Lauren, she no longer occupied my thoughts so front and center like she used to do. I had fallen completely for Jazz. And she for me. We were in love.One night when we were making.