It was no doubt the pot swirling through my veins but I felt so in tune with what his body felt. I ran my fingers down over his balls, soft and so ple...sing to the touch. I ran my hands over his stomach and chest, loving the tight muscles, the slightly hairy warm skin. He continued to encourage me, my lips and tongue were not fooled, he was feeling this too. I felt him swell even harder, sucked my mouth deeper onto him, took him as deep as I could then slipped back up to the head, swirling my. After his wife had poured out the tea the father opened the conversation.“May I speak, Mistress Sandrine?”She was not yet at ease at being addressed with such formality and surface respect, but Sandrine nodded.“I shall not dwell on our earlier meetings.” He glanced briefly at his wife, who remained without expression. Sandrine was confident she knew or suspected the circumstances of these meetings that were, in all truth, rapes. “I was unaware at the time that you had become pregnant.”He paused. I guess she had some problem.Next day, my uncle left and mom dad went to the office, leaving me and Anju with our maid. We started talking about general stuff and studies. Once our maid left, I locked the door and came on the sofa. Anju was wearing a loose top and tight shorts.I could see her milky thighs and juicy calves. I wanted to touch them. But how? So I made a plan. I was a good dancer and use to participate in the competition. So, I told Anju that I have a competition coming up and I. A mumbaiite might be aware what travelling in mumbai local trains is like. Well it is completely jam packed where you are felt up by various men from all the sides.One such day, while returning from work, I was standing in the local on my way from churchgate to Malad when suddenly i felt somebody’s hand brushing my penis. Nothing to be surprised on it as it is pretty normal during peak hours when people barely have space to stand. This, however continued for two stations and made me aroused.