That gave me the green signal to start fingering her more.She started moaning and calling my name, “Akshay… You’re so good… Aaah aah… Akshay... don’t stop.”After ten minutes of fingering, I started fondling her boobs over her top. I held her boobs from behind and was pressing them. While pressing the boobs, I started kissing her behind the ears, on her neck. It was the best moment of her life.She removed her top, and then I could see those 36D boobs barely covered by her black bra. I started. He slowly unzipped my trouser hiding it below his backpack and inserted his hand inside my underwear. By the time I reached Andheri, I have had the best handjob of my life.Both of us got down at Malad and he just gave me a chit and left. He had left me his phone number !!!!I never cared to call him but saved his number nevertheless. he was never to be found on the train while my eyes kept searching for him on my daily trip.One afternoon, i was alone and was watching a porn when out of curiosity. She slowly put her arm around my waist and she slowly rub her crotch on my leg. I was frozen standing there looking at this gorgeous women twerking on me. I could feel and now I could see her bulge. I was so curious and embarrassed that my friends might be watching. I was so intrigued and curious I didn't care who was watching. I put my hands around her and pulled her to the dark side of the club. I'll never forget what she said next, she said you just couldn't help yourself could you. I didn't. To add insult to injury, pictures showed that the truck only fell about thirty feet, but rescue workers had taken six hours to get to the vehicle, by which time many of the injured had bled to death. Only two survived out of the original twenty-eight. Rioting broke out before the end of the evening newscast. Rebels bombed several police stations in what appeared to be well-rehearsed set pieces. Reports circulated of government troops deserting to the Nationalists as a result of terror and lack.