I kept stroking the two cocks while both my breasts were being massaged by two strangers, in a very crowded running local train. And then the ultimate...happened. I felt another hand slowly trying to pull my saree up and feel my thighs. He reached my thighs and I as if under a spell, spread my legs a little to let him move further up along my inside thighs.I was in a terrible condition! The hand had almost reached my pussy and was stroking over it and I wanted him to get a little harder and go. Onlythe clamp on her clit remained. He addressed her bare lips more vigorously,lapping, sucking and nibbling. She tensed her thighs, squeezing out a steadyflow of liquid. He took the tensing as a signal and stopped. She grunted herfirst recognizable cry, "No...pleeease!!!" He waited, before startingagain. Each time she tensed, he stopped. Each time he brought her closer tothe edge. Soon, her pleading turned to a steady moan. She slumped wearily,hanging from the cleat. Her shoulders burned and. With all of these things combined she started to wonder about her own feelings. What was she feeling towards Oji? How could she understand how she felt towards him? There had to be something that could help her understand her feelings and there was. Oji being a very open person would ask Hana any question that came to his mind. Hana who felt comfortable from the beginning would answer his questions honestly. Most of the questions where question of a personal and sexual type. For some those. "Denny thinks you ought to get the divorce papers in right now. Clean break and all that." I thought you said she thought Beth could find a way back, or at least she wanted to?" Yes, but to Denny, its simple black and white." And you?" I asked."It was to me as well. My initial reaction was much the same as Denny's. But as we talked, and we did talk for ages, I started to imagine what my life would be like without Denny. I began to wonder where I'd draw the line. I couldn't live with knowing.