He was wearing a ‘Mundu’ and a cream colored shirt.The other man was younger, maybe in his early 30s at least 6 years older than her. He was kind ...f good-looking, she observed. The guy was dressed in formals, had a trimmed beard and was more to her taste. The narrow seats didn’t help her case either. They were crushing her at the shoulders. It was going to be a long journey and she sighed.The train started at 10, fashionably late as they call it. The rain was still heavy and the cold wind was. It was a treat to watch her move around. Her sexy butt swayed from one end to the other while she walked. I could imagine how the two round big butts with a lovely crack in between would appear when she’d sit on all fours, and then I’d gently part those big butts, those lovely smooth and silky globes and reveal the tiny ass crack and gently feel the hole with the tip of my finger caressing it. How it’d turn her on. How the thought would turn me on! And then she’d turn and her chest, beautified. I was really surprised to know that she stay in the room opposite to me and was cursing myself that why the hell I dint noticed this earlier.Well I came back to my senses and asked her if I can help her. She said – yeah, please help in breaking the lock.Cutting the story short – I helped her in breaking the lock and she thanked me. We got introduced to each other and she told me her name is Simran.We talked for some time and exchanged our no. We started chatting on whatsapp and I got to know. Il s'arrondit auniveau des fesses et j'ai l'impression que je commence ? avoir desseins. Je me sens de mieux en mieux. Je ne me suis jamais senti aussiproche de maman...........................Plus je lisais, plus je comprenais qui ?tait vraiment celle quej'appelais "maman". Je revoyais son visage. Son sourire si tendre, et enm?me temps, son regard triste...........................19 maiC'?tait une journ?e bizarre aujourd'hui. C'?tait le premier anniversairede Michel, et en m?me temps il y a un.