Chacha ji ek dam sehme hue the aur unki ek najar darwaje par thi. Is wakt agar koi aur idhar aa gaya to ? Kissi ko na aate dekh chacha ji ne ek do baa... apna lund jhatka aur pyjame me wapas daal kar nada lagaya. Woh jate jate muskurae aur bole”sorry, mukhe kundi baand kar leni chahiye thi”. Maine kaha “koi baat nahi”. Chacha ji apne kamre me chale gaye. Aur Phir kya tha, 30 minutes tak mai apne bed pe us scene ko yaad kar kar ke apne aap se khelti rahi. Abhi school shuru hone me wakt tha. Papa. His jaw dropped at the sight of my backside figure and a glimpse of my boobs. I quietly walked inside the kitchen without bothering his presence.I opened the fridge to pick some refreshments. While I was thinking between alcohol and soft drinks, the son of a bitch was boldly staring at me standing near the kitchen entrance. As if he was not enough, his friend too joined him. The other friend had come to see what was taking him so long.Both men, rather hungrily, were rolling their eyes on my. This was his one chance to go out and be with “the boys” and not have to worry about work or bills or fixing something around the house.He looked forward to these trips – it was a nice time to relax and unwind and if he was successful, it would help some on the grocery bill too!He loaded the car with his camping gear and turned to his wife to kiss her goodbye.“Now remember, Darlene, I will be back next Sunday. If you have any problems, there is a list of service people by the phone and you can. I read my book, a dirty novel, which got me a little excited, and the movement of the train made it more difficult to ignore the fact my pussy was getting hotter and wetter. I shuffled in my seat the press my knickers harder up against my clit, creating a friction that made me hotter and more slippery. I brushed my fingers over my nipples, spread my legs a little and shut my eyes to bring up images that would suit my mood.As I lay back, I must have dozed off as I woke up when the train hit a.