Ab jab jaane ka time thua phir kanpur to maine use phone kiya ki ab ham jaarahehain.pata nahin kya usne kiya ki.jisdin ham jis bogiemien chade (isbaar...hamare paas reservation tah wo bhi 3rd ac ka.).Maine use apne bogie mein hi pi se baatein karaaya .main use dekh kar dang reh gayi.uski seat mere upar wali thi au mere pati ki mere bagal waaali seat thi.wo mere pati se baatein karne laga ,main samajh gayi isne mujhe bajane ke lita ,ye mere pati se dosti kar li hai.mere pati ko zara bhi bhanak. Maybe the idea itself and the newness of this tryst could carry us through where experience was lacking. I'd started something now that I couldn't turn away from. I unfastened her pants glancing upwards to make sure I hadn't been mistaken on what was going on here. She smiled a little shyly as we wiggled her out of her pants. I looked at her clingy thongs noticing that in my hedonistic haze I liked how they accentuated her lips which I knew were hiding under the scant fabric. I placed my. About a half hour later, they came back, Patty saying, "So this twit wishes for a job where he'd have a lot of people under him, all of whom HAD to listen to him."The old man stroked his beard, contemplating Patty's words. "I can think of a half dozen ways to change that wish to have little fun. What'd you do?" Why, me old friend, you know full well I can't CHANGE a wish. Surely you're not insinuating that Patty O'Toole would ever handle a wish in violation of the rules set down millennia. First she said no no i cannot do this i dont want to play game,n she was above to leave,she was wearing a punjabi dress.i asked her not to say to any one.in evening she was again playing the game,n again asked for kiss kiss game,she was seeing me with angry face and dint said any thing i wanted to enjoy,so i went near her upstairs,i kept my hand on her thigh,so that i can see the game she dint said any thing latter i kept my right hand over her shoulders and gave a kiss on her cheeks,she was.