I sat on the bench & waiting for my train but meantime a beautiful married gujju lady came & sat next to me. She was speaking slowly with one of the s...a centers & asking for the massage details. But fortunately due to some issue she said that caller will call you later & sat with tensed face. In the meantime train arrived & rushed in to train & sat near the window as the train was less crowded & most of the seats were empty. To my luck, that same lady sat next to me & started calling 2-3 spa. Moving the ashtray out of the way, Sam motioned to me “Slide over here and I’ll rub your shoulders for you” Thinking I’d rather he rubbed something else, I replied “That would be great”. Turning around and I scooted over, moving my back in front of him. He put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage them gently. Working up and down with his hands, loosening the tension and making my tired muscles feel wonderful, he soon had me completely relaxed. As he slipped his hands down to the small. " Oh, come on, Helen. I was an engineer an' he was a pilot. Neither of us grunt much."She was chuckling as Cindy and I loaded up in the truck. An hour later we were in possession of a sturdy pair of girl-sized work shoes, for which I had to tip my hat to equality in the workplace. And we were at dinner at one of those country diners that always seem to provide decent food for cheap. The ride home was conversation while she shuffled through my CD selections, then, "Nah ... We can talk some. Then the man got down to work. He employed long strokes as she felt his tip bump her cervix. All the inner surfaces of her cunt were rubbed by his knob. She heard his regular breathing begin to quicken. She felt his long strokes become less protracted, quicker and plunging deep but pulling only half way out. She could feel the moisture of his exertions on his chest and it was transferred to hers. Her slippery breasts and nipples were rocking around beneath his chest. The bed rolled and creaked.