The journey from Una to Delhi usually lasts for 1 night . I got into the train at 8:30 pm and took my place, which was the middle berth. I looked arou...d here and there to settle off with my luggage and to see if there are any sweet chicks around. I saw each one of them but could not see the face of someone who was sleeping on the top berth covering the face with a bed sheet. All the lights were turned off except for the one right above my head. Suddenly a hand touched me, I turned around to see. Finally a pair of expensive black hi-heeled court shoes with deep bluestraps across them and a little handbag to match. The perfect outfit forthe evening, classy enough for a restaurant, sexy enough for a club andhorny enough for an evening of sex when we got home!That evening was fantastic; we went out to a restaurant and had a meal;then went to a club; then back to my place where I slowly removed herskirt followed by her blouse and led her to the bedroom in just herheels, stockings and. I roll over over on-top my nightly slut - her legs spread - my cock hardens - the entry is delightful! Sigh “ooohh god!” We pick up a rythem of grunts and sighs, push and pulls - pussy slurp noises... “How was your day?” “Who cares” “fuck your pussy is wet tonight” “I got off before you came home”... Gahd that slut had a tight cunt! Sigh... 5 minuets into our usual evening fuck, I notice something else that’s becoming quite usual... her mother would take a seat on the balcony of the two bedroom. “Mort, are you okay?” I said.“Yes, yes, just excited I guess. I need to get some air. Would it be all right if I got some air?” he said.“Sure, sure,” I said. Owen had joined me just as the man asked about getting a breath of air. The two of us walked him out on the semi-veranda that the little waiting room afforded.We sat him down on the only bench. He seemed to revive if that would have been the right word.“Sorry,” he said. “It’s just that everything ... I guess I’m just a pussy like my wife.