As I arrived at the bar for our weekly fondle and grope, I noticed Prachi was wearing sweatpants instead of her tight jeans. That would make it very e...sy to get my hands down to her pussy and ass. The lounge was more crowded than usual, so Prachi stood in front of me and got between me and her husband’s prying eyes. It didn’t take long for her to pull my hand to her waistband and push it down the crack of her ass. I didn’t stop until I had her shaved pussy cradled in my hand and could feel the. I immediately started to thrust gently into her. Lynette’s eyes closed as she concentrated on the feeling of me inside her. Already my balls were reacting to the eroticism of the night. This felt so much more than just another lover, and I didn’t want to lose eye contact with Lynette as I withdrew from her each time, ready for another plunge into the depths of her sex. Her hands came up to caress my hips and encourage my movements. I felt the touch of her fingers on my skin, but my cock only. Sage always trusted her feelings and almost always, her feelings were right. It was early on a Saturday morning and Sage, wide awake, was walking from her bedroom to the bathroom. It was still dark in the appartment she lived together with Renee. When Sage walked past her friends bedroom she stopped to see if Renee is still asleep. Unlike Sage, Renee never woke up early and this Saturday was not an exception. Somewhere during the night she had managed to throw her bed sheets on the ground.. Let me warn you that this story is not about any flash and bang , which is not possible in a crowded local train , but is a real story of voyeur , which I am sure many such frequent travelers in local trains would have either seen or experienced , and I am a believer reading such stuff gives more pleasure than the flash and bang stuff.Well moving ahead with the story :-I could see my friend positioning himself in between the lady by the window and another elderly person sitting on the opposite.