Hope u also had read my other 60 stories too. Here I m with one more story. This is my request that heart paitent don’t read these story because thi... is a horror story. My fantasy is crossing the limits and u will understand with these story of mine. It was a not very crowded Sunday in the train of Mumbai. But the normal people use to travel with their family in the First class compartment. Here was Dipty alone climbing the train. She had a tough day. She was realy tired and was exhausted. Usse. ”“And this is Mel. My wife and I would like to hire you for 2 hours this morning.”“Doing what exactly?“You would be joining us —and only us— in our sexy playtime this morning. Can you come over right away?”“Sounds interesting. Where did you get my name and number?”“You came highly recommended by one of your satisfied customers. You had taken the bus to his place. When he was done he offered to drive you home. On the way, he stopped at a falafel restaurant.”I responded, “I know the guy. I like. Her hand was steady on me, and she squeezed, her fingers moving over me, lightly, soft, exploring, her thumb rubbing over the mushroom head even as my own fingers caressed their way over her belly, through the fleece on her mound and down between her legs. Almost unconsciously, her legs separated and I slid my finger the length of her cleft, up to the hood of her clitoris, moving easily in her juices. I slid a finger, two, into her, my thumb gentle on her clit and she moaned softly into my. I’ll give her a call and she’ll understand.”“What does Todd do with his time off,” I asked.“He’ll go into San Isidro and find him a Mexican hooker for the weekend,” he said.We made it back to the ranch just as Todd was pulling out for his weekend of fun.“Ya’ll have fun this weekend,” he said through the truck window. He had actually washed his face and there was no tobacco juice running from the corners of his mouth. “I’ll be think’in ‘bout you when I’m laid up between some nice warm thighs.”.