Je regarde vite fait : ma demi-érection est visible. C'est donc bien ma bite qu'elle mate, la coquine.Le train arrive et on recommence avec sa valise... Elle s'assoit et comme la place à côté est libre, je me lance et m'assois à côté d'elle. Je sens la tension monter et ma bite devenir un peu plus dure. Je continue le jeu question-reponse banales dans un train, lorsque mon cerveau a parlé à ma place : je lui ai dit qu'elle avait un sourire magnifique et un cul du tonnerre. Je vois instantanément. Being extremely smart herself, she expected the guys she met to at least have a few brain cells in their skulls. The second, and for her far more important reason, was her family. Conservative in a peculiarly urban-middle class-Indian way, they perfectly encapsulated the struggle for India’s soul. It was perfectly normal for them to, for example, have a best friend belonging to a different religion/caste… but the idea of an inter-caste marriage was still something of a culture shock. This. In no time he had me past the point of no control and I let go a cum and half into his hot little mouth. He didn’t stop sucking until my cock went soft and I started to pull back out and sit back up. My knees were trembling from the cum and the excitement of just being blown by the kid. I stood up and was starting to pull up my pants when I looked below and his little hard cock was back under the stall. I was amazed so I got back down and started to suck him again this time I put my hand. “Why did you do that?” she asked.He shushed her and got in his bag. When she got in hers their heads were close together. Leaning closer, he whispered, “Anything you say in a normal tone of voice can be heard. And anyone walking south of the tent can see a shadow of us on the tent walls.”“That’s why you dumped the cots?” she whispered back.“Anyway, I don’t think one cot would hold two of us comfortably.” He kissed her.“You’re devious,” she whispered. She might disagree with him, but she.