I walked down towards the head of the train and each carriage was the same, no-one in the seats. As I got towards the front I heard voices. The doors ...o the last carriage opened, revealing two people sitting facing away from me. Judging from their voices they were a male and female. I took a few steps into the carriage and stopped. A sense of panic flooded over me as I realised that I had no idea where this train was going! There had been nothing on the information boards, none of the digital. He wasn’t fantastically fit, nor was he terribly overweight, he was entirely average from all appearances, until she looked at his eyes. His eyes, and the way he carried himself, even just standing there in the steam, exuded quiet, implacable confidence, and something else, something dangerous, like he might snap at any given moment without warning. She shivered involuntarily before reflexively wrapping her arms around her breasts and pussy for the sake of modest and snapped, “Who the fuck are. It is glistening, wet with her juices. You can almost see the outline of my cock on her stomach, every time I thrust inside. She is so small. When I pull out you can see her pussy lips coming out, gripping my cock. Like her pussy does not want to let go. I lean down. We kiss, as I am fucking her. Then leaning down further, I take a hard nipple into my mouth. Sucking, and gently biting it. I am Cumming! She screams. The squishing sound of flesh slapping together fills the room, as I keep. But the house was locked and we returned. Later in the evening about 6’o clock we went again. Thank god the door was not locked. We knocked the door and Vijayalakshmi opened the door. She was in saree and she invited us in. We went inside. We asked where was she before and she told she went to railway station to send her to her native for some important thing.She asked why we were her. We said we wanted to know why she is sad. She didn’t say a thing and was silent for about two minutes. She.