. or worse, a toy store just before Christmas. My 'gimmie' gland was twitching, wanting anything and everything in sight ... now, and preferably all l...aded and ready to shoot!Did I mention that this was a serious weapons collection? Not just a pile of mil-surplus crap waiting for a midnight cargo run to some African dictator or Latin American shithole. Sure, there were piles of the usual wholesale and retail stock, junk suitable only for gangbangers or crackpot dictators from third-world. She moved her hands and stroked my balls and scrotum, well at least those parts which were not disappearing into that gulping gob of hers. How long she kept this up I couldn't say, I was in heaven, with her mouth worshiping my prick, and her fingers stroking my balls and investigating my arsehole.A sudden noise to our left, and quick as lightening she was up off her knees and running away to the right. I managed to drag my tracksuit bottoms and shorts up over my erection, and I quickly grabbed. I was praying we do not get berth and it was crowded train and TTE told no seat and have to adjust in one only.We are sitting and talking. “Aunty I am Sanjay going to Delhi for family function.” “I am Sushma going to Delhi also.” From talk I learn she is married and having one daughter and husband is doing job in private company. From dress I am seeing she is middle class type woman. Then talk stop and she watching outside. From side I can see her left boob conical shape big one and getting. I just need to go pee and then I'll leave." ...."My mom walked right by me, almost hitting my hard-on with her hand, and pulled the toilet seat up. She turned around and pulled her panties down to her ankles as she bent down. She didn't bother covering herself up and I could clearly see she trims her pubic hairs. It was in a tiny little rectangle shape.It just hit me that I forgot to cover up. My dick was plainly visible for my mom to see. Of course, it wasn't near as hard as it was before she.