After a few minutes I felt something on my right hand. I had been using it to hold on to a strap (those hanging things we use to hold on in buses or t...ains). This was unusual because the train was still pretty much empty. So I looked up and saw that one of the women had put her hand firmly over mine on the strap. I thought she must have done so by mistake as there were plenty of other places to rest her hands on and certainly many other straps just around her. So I looked enquiringly at her. It feels wrong of me to be looking, but my imagination tells me that you're wearing them for me. I'm wearing a checked summer shirt and walking trousers, that to you, show off my tight bum. You feel a little stirring in your chest as I take your hand, and with a laugh, say, "Come on, the rest of the group are leaving... we don't want to get told off again!"It's unexpected, but you grip my hand tightly and smile at me, so we walk at the back of the group hand in hand, chatting about what we've. Me 10 baje waha pochunch gaya mene bell bajayi aur ek sundar lady ne darwaz khola uske piche aunti thi usne jaldi muje undar bulaya, aur sofe par bitha diya.Fir humne kuch baate ki aur kuch der baad uski saheli ne kaha ki agar hum chahe to under wale kamre me ja aaram se baten kar sakte hain, me samj gaya ki wo hume privacy dena chati thi, aur under baaten kisne karni thi. Par unjan banker aunti ke sath ander chal diya wo bed room thaw o mere pass aa kar beth gayi. Aurboli ab kya mene kaha ki. As she strutted along, I watched the motion of her ass cheeks and imagined how it would feel to bury my face between the two firm pillows. She had to know what I was doing as she did her best to move her ass in the sexiest way possible. Suddenly her cushions came to an abrupt stop and I was shaken back to reality as she said “Well, are you going to open it up”? I was still thinking about her ass cheeks, but realized it was my car door she spoke of.I hit the unlock button and she wasted no.