I knew from TV news reports that the guy with the fertilizer had been picked up—it was attributed to "solid Homeland Security investigative work," t...e assholes—but of course I hadn't a clue what was going on behind the scenes up there.I could cancel Lisa if I had to; we'd set up a code word for that. If I called her "sugar plum" tomorrow morning she'd abort and we'd work on something else, though I had no idea what. And they might pick her up again, too; they had no real justification—her only. First let me describe myself right now I am 25 yrs old, 5’8 ht, and athletic built and wheatish colour, Guju boy. My very first experience in train goes way back when I had just started travelling in train I must be 18 years old then, I was quite innocent looking and I was pretty fair looking back then.Once me and mom had gone to visit my sister who stays at lower parel we stayed at her place entire day and late at night me and mom caught a train for our return journey towards malad mom got. Got my tissues handy in my left hand, got my right hand around my cock, I'm ready to go.So, off to the fantasy. Lorraine is there, sat on the worktop, her crotch is at waist height. She's wearing a little black nightclubbing dress (as I've seen her wear when we are on nights out) and no knickers. She beckons me over and spreads her legs. Her pussy is wet already. No pubes. She scoots over to the edge of the worktop and spreads her lips with her fingers. She takes my cock in her other hand and. For further emphasis, she grabbed handfuls of her chest and squeezed her tits like dough between her fingers. The traditional elven gown had been... altered for her wedding. Though formfitting, the flowing white robe usually covered the entirety of the bride's chest and most of the legs. This extremely slutty version her future husband had requested had her bouncy, soft milk bags and their pink suckers out in the open. The butt cheeks, as well. Only her smooth elven pussy had any decency unless.