My partner was filming the first period and half of the second, leaving me free to pay no attention. My eyes roamed the crowd. There were banners wavi...g, posters plastering the walls, a few idiots had brought an American flag out and were chanting, "U.S.A" as if this were an Olympic game. They were enraptured. We were winning for the first time all season, which was perfect since this was our last game of the season. Idiots, all of them, I thought. If only they knew how little their lives. I am 5’7”, fair and average built. My wife, 5’2”, dark, still voluptuous and well-maintained.For convenience, I call myself Shams. My wife, Sush.If our ‘escapade recaps’ generate interest, I’ll keep posting details of our different experiences/encounters.This, here, is just for starters.It’s about a crazy Rajdhani train journey from Delhi to Kolkata. I thought I’d begin with this bcoz I’ve found some fantasy stuff like that out here, in this forum – but far removed from reality. We actually. Jennifer replayed the evening’s events as she set about making the coffee. How it could have so easily been so different if it weren’t for Ken. I could have been raped, or murdered even, she thought, and to think I almost kicked my saviour in the nuts. She smiled, and began to imagine what Ken’s ‘nuts’ would look like. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the fright she’d had, or perhaps she was just wondering about how best to show her gratitude….maybe, she thought. She suddenly stopped what. .. and then told her when she goes down on my cock to simply yawn .... yawning will make it easier for you to breath and take more in your mouth... God this girl was a good learner.as she kept bobbing up and down on my cock she learned to take me all the way in to the balls and then slowly pull up - and then retreat down the shaft with her tongue licking every inch that she could ... Suddenly reality set in ---- here I was with a 12 year old going down on my cock - telling me she wanted me to.