This is almost 10 months back story, when Samina baji was called by somebody for interview in Islamabad. She was insisting to go to Islamabad alone, b...t was not allowed, so ammi asked me to accompany Samina. I happily agreed and papa managed reservation in Shalimaar Express from Karachi to Lahore and from Lahore we were supposed to board on bus heading to Islamabad. Samina baji and me board on Shalimaar Expree from Karachi in a four-seated sleeper compartment. Nody was there except baji and me.. ”“Yuck. I’ll get some hand lotion,” I said as I stood and rushed out to get a bottle of lotion. When I returned I sat where I had been. Before doing anything else I undid my jeans so I could slip a hand down inside to pleasure myself. I put a liberal amount of lotion on my hand and began to stoke Bobby’s peter. It slipped easily in my hand. I found that with my left hand gently pleasuring me, I enjoyed playing with him more.“Oh my, that really feels good,” Bobby said in a low tone. “A. Ten minutes later, Paul opened the door of his hotel room. He was wearing the red speedos and nothing else.Paul is in his late forties, works pretty hard on his fitness but is strong and a little stocky, my height (just over six foot). He is part of his local Surf Live Saving Club so has an amazing speedo tan, if anything it looks a little fake/Trumpish. Short dark hair on his head, a little chest hair but not too much. Paul is married, has two kids and rarely satisfies his gay tendencies. He. I looked at her for a long moment. It was bizarre to see her so inexplicably vulnerable. “I didn’t—”I was going to say ‘find your note until... ‘ but then I changed course. Mischief had burst into my head as I’d spoken the first two words. Maybe some gentle teasing would break the spell around her.“ ... ever have your number,” I finished, frowning.She stared at me. “You never got my note?” she asked, seemingly in disbelief.I was having trouble not breaking into a smile. I raised my eyebrows at.