“Oh my god. Keep fucking me. Deeper..Deeper.Ooh….Aaah……..” she kept on moaning louder. I was fortunate the train was running and the ac coac... had a separate door to enter, otherwise, the whole coach would have heard us.I was getting high by the moment. I pinned her to the door, held her breasts and increased the pace to maximum. We were in seventh heaven and now we did not care if someone heard us. It was the best feeling of the world. It was almost 15 minutes of intense fucking and my orgasm. Sheencircled the base of my cock with her fingers andknelt in front of me. I watched as if in slow-motionas the beautiful creature took my swollen boy-hood andmoved her lips to it. I didn’t know what she was goingto do to me until I the warm, moist sensation of herwet mouth and flickering tongue on my cock-head. Thisquickly overwhelmed me with pleasure and I came in bodyshaking spurts. She got up and ran to the bathroom. I heard thetoilet flush. When she returned, I was still. But I managed to stay in contact with her through social media.Things had changed from then to the current situation. I was an adult now and I was literally attracted to hot milf Zoya. I used to masturbate a lot seeing Zoya’s pictures from Facebook. I used to masturbate by smelling and licking my mom’s used blouses, bras, and panties. But my mind always took me to my erotic Zoya.Coming to the main story. My parents were celebrating their 25th marriage anniversary that year. I heard from my mom. My god, I masturbated with him holding me. I let my son masturbate in my bed while I lay next to him and kissed him. All because the minuteman failed to meet my expectations on every level and left me feeling sexually used and unfulfilled.What I did with John was not even close to half of what I had imagined doing with Peter. But I got more sexual satisfaction from John’s kisses than Peter’s cock being shoved up my pussy.Despite my apprehension about seeing Peter again, I got to work on time..