"Yes!"As he finished his call it dawned on him that he didn't know the woman's first name, he called her only as 'Mrs. Cook'. "I wonder what her first...name is", he muttered to himself as he dialled the number her husband had given him. Mrs. Cook at that minute was slobbering over the cock of a man she had met in a local book store. She made no effort to hide the imprint of her nipples which were almost permanently erect and it was very rare for men not to notice and she smiled at the reaction. Usne bhee ek haath meree pant par mere lund par rakh diya aur use pant par se halke halke dabaane lagee. Maine neeche jhuk ke uskee saaree thoree unchee utha lee aur haath bheetar Daal diya. Mera haath baalon se takraaya aur main jhoom utha ki bhabhi bhee maja lene kee taiyaaree karke hee aayee hai. Jaise hee maine choot men angul Daalnee chaahee usne saaree par se mere haath ko rok diya aur boli, “Aise nahi koi dekh lega”. Tab usne seat ke neeche rakhee apnee bag kholee aur usmen se ek chaddar. Her curves were perfect, and although she would not admit it, they were a renaissance artists dream of the perfect figure. Not full… not in the least. A slender waist accentuated by perfectly arched back, gorgeous hips and indulgent breasts that were not afraid of a little light. This month her hair had a rusty hue, and her eyes were all the more piercing for it. A sudden jolt of the train broke Kristin from her musical daydream. She looked around and realized that the train had become. What the fuck was going on? The movie started and things got even stranger. The boy to my left started to "accidentally" bump my boob with his arm. I leaned away from him and the boy to my right also started to bump my other boob. They then both pushed their elbows against my boobs squeezing them together. They then started to move their arms around giving my boobs a good elbow groping. One boy then put his hand on my thigh and started to stroke it up and down. I suddenly realized that.