Maa jyadatar tight suit hi pehnti hai jinme uske mumme aur gaand dabi rahe.Ab main kahani par aata hoon .hamare kisi relative ki death ki wajah se ham... bombay jaana tha aur hamari reservation bhi nhi hui thi , par jaana jaroori tha esliye humne general dabbe mein jaane ka faisla kiya . main aur mummy train ke aane se 30 minute pehle hi station par pahunch gaye. Maa ne tight white salwar suit pehna tha jo ki bahut transparent tha , aur usme se maa ki black bra aur panty saaf dikh rahi thi.. “I d-don’t know. I ... have a hard time trusting Jacob. I can’t t-t-tell what he wants.”“Wants from what?”“From ... life? Or unlife?”Daniel sighed, nodded, and watched Jacob with cold eyes. “He’s up to something, Natasha. Keep an eye on him.”Keep an eye on Jacob, right, like she wasn’t already doing that with extreme prejudice. The man was terrifying, and it blew her mind that Samantha didn’t seem to care. Despite her warnings, and Antoinette’s warnings, Samantha was content to talk to the man,. "Good answer! Beer it is!" she replied.She returned with plates, flatware, and two beers already opened. "Cheers!" she said as we clinked bottles. We never really watched what was on TV. We sat and ate and talked about "stuff". We traded stories about childhood, family, work, and life in general. Before I knew it we were about 6 beers and 4 hours into the evening. "Wow, it's getting late," I said. "And I'm sure you have to work tomorrow." "Tomorrow is my day off, so that makes it still early,. Then they started their next plan. Mohit moved his hand on my waist. He sensed that there is no undershirt. Because what I wore was a smaller one. It didn’t cover my waist. He, sensing it quickly moved his hand under my shirt. My shirt was not tucked into the jean. I felt his warm hand on my cold skin there. Because undershirt was not there to protect it. I shivered again as to my horror, he quickly moved his hand under my jean.Then, he moved his hand under my panty. And “Oh my god” his hand.