" "What are the ground rules?" I asked. "Ground rules?" "Yeah," I said. "Do's and don'ts." "Oh," she said looking at the floor. She glanced back at me... "You can't touch me. That's not why I'm here. You can only touch yourself." "Ok." "And," she kept on. "I can touch you, but only with my hands if I want." "Okaaaaay." I didn't know if that was such a good idea. "And we're not either one of us telling Don." That was her husband. "Goes without saying," she said shaking her head. "He wouldn't. I went a little back and c moved back too now i knew c was doin it on purpose. and as my wife was standin a little far off i too know purposely pressed my dick on her ass and was enjoying the feeling c got more bold and bought her hand back and was playin with my dick as v were standing in the corner no one was noticing it and her hubby was busy drinking. and then i moved my hand on her saree towards her boobs and was pressing them i was also under the influence of alcohol so i too got carried. After the week I'd had, I deserved a relaxing evening. I looked out of the window, noticing my reflection as the countryside passed by in a blur. I looked tired. My curly black hair was scraped back into a bun and I hadn't had the energy to put on any makeup. I'd never considered myself a natural beauty but, luckily, I was blessed with unblemished dark skin, full lips and an enviably curvy figure. As the train sped past a church, I realised where we were. We'd be going round a sharp bend soon.. Woh bola obviously top toh maine kaha main bhi top hi banna chahta hoon. Phir humne decide kiya ki jo wrestling mein jeetega woh top banega.Hum dono ne smile kiya aur ek doosre ko daboch liya aur phir ek doosre ko lund par laat maari dono dard se gir gaye phir usne kaha ki asli mard ko dard nahi hota aur uthkar ek haath se hi mujhe punches marne laga. Main bhi uth gaya dheere dheere aur usse bhi pec chops maare woh dard se chest laal kar chuka tha aur usne bhi phir counter kiya aur mujhe pet.