By the look of her she’d probably crush your nuts if you took the words seriously.The men never took it as the invitation it was. Well, once, it had...happened once, and she’d craved the thrill ever since. Perhaps she could make him understand. It wouldn’t be difficult. He could see she was looking at him, just as he was looking at her, in the reflection in the window.The train slowed, pulling in to the next station. There was still no change. The couple further up the carriage stayed put,. Her moans became more intense. She buckled, squirmed, and gripped my head tighter between her thighs as I began my tongue assault on her clit, first licking it...then sucking it...sucking it hard with little bites between my mouth and teeth. In between her moans, buckling, and squirming, I heard her say things like, "God, that's good." "Oh God, don't stop." "Damn, you're driving me crazy." "Oh, fuck, fuck". "You're so good."Releasing her clit, I drove my tongue deep inside her pussy; forcing it. She felt this was the only plausible reason she can give for being in his study knowing his reputation for having an eye for a pretty lady. Jack admired the naked beauty he was seeing. This beautiful woman with long flowing brunette hair, firm breasts & a shaven vagina. He walked towards her, took her hand then guided her out of the study with her still naked along the corridor.He took her into a bedroom with a big four poster bed with the finest furnishings Barbara had ever seen. He guided her. Disha’s cravings for Vikas’ “lund” (dick) increased day by day and she made it clear that she won’t marry me unless she gets to fuck Vikas first. I knew that this will not be a problem because Vikas would fuck a sexy bitch like Disha anytime of the day. IWhen the door bell rang, I knew it would be Vikas: I had invited him for drinks and dinner to our home. We moved to the Sofas near our kitchen where Disha was doing the cooking and we were sitting at the bar counter having drinks. Disha had.