Soon after, Patil was down with cancer for which I gave them quite a bit of money for treatment. Besides this, I used to off and on give them Rs.5000,...sometimes even more, as they were in real misery. (Fortunately for me I have been in good jobs, paying me close to Rs.80,000. A month for my skills and knowledge in pharmaceuticals. I also consult for a few companies which pay me well, making me generous.) Three months later, Patil died and after going to the funeral, I went to his place and told. There were 3 more berths in my compartment and there was a screen to close these 4 berths alone. The side upper and lower berth seemed to be occupied already and screens were put.I sat at my seat and 3 guys were around me. 2 of them constantly looked at my boobs. This made me uncomfortable. The other 1 was sitting next to me, so I was unable to see what is he doing. Ttr came, checked for tickets and he left. I had my dinner (packed from outside) and went to the restroom side for washing. I saw. Somehow seeing Ali nearly nude had eased things for her in some fashion. She said, "Brian stroked my ... my breasts?"Ali nodded and said quietly, "In English, they are sometimes called boobs or tits. But yes, in the dictionary, they are breasts. Brian stroked them and then what happened?" Then he took off my pants, spread my legs, and put his thing inside me. Then it was all over and he went to sleep. And I guess I just tossed and turned."Ali shook her head and asked, "Is that all? Did you. I mean, she REALLY liked it. She would call it "my special secret" because satisfying me with her mouth brought her incredible pleasure. Several times she would go down on me and lock my leg between her legs and hump it (yes, like a dog) and have a long orgasm while sucking me off at the same time. The amazing thing is she came a few times never touching herself at all while blowing me. Without a doubt, I got spoiled and could not understand women I dated later who just did oral because.