Last night was not about quantity it was about quality; the quantity was just a bonus. Thoughts of last night spun in my head as we kissed under the s...ower head. My head was still reeling from the fact that a fantasy I had for twenty years had finally come true on top of the fact that it was about to happen again. My arousal was as apparent as yours, I could feel my moisture escaping as you caressed my skin and kissed me. I wanted you so badly and I knew just how to let you know. I knelt down. He began his strokes, slowly at first, but always fully into her and always rubbing high so that his cock slid against her clit as he pushed into her.Her moves were awkward. She felt like she didn't really know what to do or how to do it. He was rubbing her breast and nipple with one hand while driving into her and supporting himself on his other hand. She had never felt so stimulated, so excited, so alive, all over her body, and all at once. Sure, she had touched herself in the bath tub. She then asked if she can have my number. I gave it and then she told that the place (where I stay) was her hometown and she will visit frequently.She also said we can meet if ‘Her’ time permits. I didnt even care about that and gave a reluctant “hmm hmm..”Still my sense of disgust for her didnt change very much. She still looked like a bitch to me.Then we parted to our respective compartments and started with our journey. She also immediately texted in WHATSAPP while in the train. I didnt. She loved it. He kept watching her pretty heart shaped face all through the performance. Her big, beautiful, brown eyes, her pouty, pretty, full lips, her smooth cheeks and upturned nose. Her perfect little chin. Her long, curvy neck. She had to be the most perfect girl in the world. And her personality was just as great as her appearance. Never stuck up, never mean, always kind and considerate with others, and so smart and funny. He knew he was the luckiest man alive.And after, things went.