My body was constantly rubbing against Sakshi’s body and I intentionally rubbed my hands over her boobs 4-5 times in the journey. She didn’t seem ...o mind my touch. Maybe she thought that it was because of the rush in the train.After a while when we were still standing and talking, there was a lot of noise. Sakshi was 5’2” and I was 6 feet tall. So, to cover the distance, I had to bend down to talk to her. We got very close and almost kissed in the train just when an old uncle started talking. My readers will remember that, immediately after I had stripped Alice naked, I had closely inspected her cunt from a similar point of view. But then it was unsullied, untouched; now it had experienced the adoring touch of a male finger, and her sensitive body was still all of a quiver from the lustful handling her dainty breasts had just endured! Did her cunt share in the sexual excitement that my fingers had undoubtedly aroused in her?It seemed to me that it did! The hair seemed to stand out. ”Bob couldn’t believe it.”Oh, look in the fucking mirror. Short hair, small tits – you’re a fucking ugly homo dyke! I’m not exactly going to brag about fucking you!”He was going to fuck her, though. He needed a dyke’s ass. Dykes had such sick levels of testosterone that theyy grew prostates, just like males. And all Bob wanted in bed was to press his penis against a prostate. With Liesje, he would get what he needed without having to have actual gay sex.And she did have a nice ass.”You have a. I couldn't wait to get home from work, dress up in my wives stockings and play with myself on Skype while an online admirer watched and played with himself. So there I was was wearing her black silky hold-ups bent over in front of my webcam with two fingers in my arse working my way up to the large dildo I had waiting when there was a loud bang on the door! I panicked a slammed down the laptop lid and threw the dildo and lube I had out under the sofa. The banging on the door continued so I went.