“I wish I was your flannel!”The lounge is dark, the thick curtains drawn to block out the summer evening light. Lesley wears a heavy, thick dress... something she had purchased from a charity shop. It was very old fashioned and smelled of mothballs! Dark blue, the heavy cloth hung from the tight waist to her feet; it also went up to her chest, disappearing under a short cloak with a hood. The hood hung loose over Lesley’s hair and framed her face. She walked by us and stood in the centre of. God, my imagination was running wild trying to picture what was under the skirt. I had seen quite a few women naked, but as I have noticed, each one is different and each one is beautiful in its own unique way. And try as I might, my imagination just couldn't come up with a good enough image. All I kept thinking from the moment I saw her on that porch was: I really wish I could see her out of those clothes and telling me to do nasty things to her.She stood up as I climbed the steps, a smile. Now we had better go in the lounge before somebody wonders what's keeping us." And Mom headed for the comfort of her armchair with me trailing, still aroused, behind. Dad didn't look up from his paper but Sue did and her eyebrows raised as she glanced at the front of my shorts and registered the erection that they were only partially concealing.The evening was like most others, all of us in our regular places, with only Mom and me being fully engrossed in the tele, Sue having yet another of her. So i answered her and started conversation i was so happy bcz my berth was also in that 2tier ac. i can enjoy the beautiful lady for whole night bcz train will be boarded at bhubaneswar morning 8am. after 30 min train came and we both boarded to train and my goodluck my berth was side upper and she was just side lower so we seat there togheter in her berth. She smiled and 1st asked me about me so i intorduce my self that i am working in a telecom company as a event manager for Chattisgarh &.