The train clatters across a rail junction causing people to come into contact with each other, strangers to each other, but for this morning, all crus...ed together, the young and the old, the beautiful and the ugly, my eyes settle on a girl, standing and still sleeping, her long lashes meshed closed, her long white fingers clasping the overhead strap, her lithe body swaying with the motion of the train, her curvaceous bum snuggling hard into the crotch of the business suited man, clearly. Yeh dekh maine bhabhi ke boobs ko dabane laga. Wah puri tarah se garam ho chhuki thi maine unke nighty ko khol diya ab wah black colour ki bra & panty me thi unhone mujhe kapde kholne ko kaha aur mere lund ko sahlne laga main e unki bra aur panty bhi utar di unke chuchi bade bade aur tight the aur unki chut kale balo se se dhake the maine jab apna ungli unke boor me dala to wah bilkul garam aur tigh the tabhi unhone kaha ki dhire se chodna pichle 2 saal se nahi chudi hu, maine dhire se apna. "And yes,I recognise the hypocrisy of me advising against dating a man you justmet when I married a man four weeks after meeting him. But Telemachus issweet, loving and caring. Which you know." ...Yeah," I say. Despite my initial reservations, I can't deny thatTelemachus is the perfect husband for Ophelia."In fact," Ophelia says, "the whole reason for the sleepover last nightwas to discuss your man problems." Uh - what?" I ask as my embarrassment starts to be overtaken by afeeling of offence.. "Thanks Jess," Jeff said."It's rude to call Mrs. Miller Jess, Jeff," Jeff's mother said."Don't blame Jeff," I told her. "I insisted that he call me Jess." OK," said Jeff's slightly disgruntled mother. Despite the fact that Jeff practically lived at our house, we really didn't interact with his parents more than as next door neighbors.We got the kids together along with some friends, and pictures were taken all around. Then they were off to say good-bye to all their friends. I was hosting a.