Tabhi unki ungli choot ki ring pr pahuch gyiWo ek dum shocked ho gye bole..Aryan : ye kya haiMe : (sharmate hue) sir ring haiAryan : tumhari choot chi...di hui hai?Me : ji sir ek tatto wale ki shop pr bhabhi se chidwa di.Aryan : waaaaoooooowwwwwww common show me ur chootAur unhone muje pura nanga ka diya.Muje badi sharm aa rahi thi aur meri chuchiyan apne aap hi tan gai,,,,kya ho raha tha pata nahi,,,,,,, dar lag raha tha ki koi aa na jai……. Wo meri choot ki ring se ek chote bachhe k tarah khelne. It was the company of the entire train, and the way everyone was getting into it. The entire train car was watching and laughing at them, and a few were throwing face to the wind and attempting to join them. Even the singer was failing at trying not to laugh as she scatted. It was a genuine party, an entire towns worth of people taking the lemons of lateness and choosing to make lemonade.On the lower level, a retired kindergarten teacher was in the private lounge, reading stories to the train’s. I liked the occasional touch of his hot cock on my tongue.Brig screamed her orgasm into the room to the applause of a few people that were watching us fuck her. As she calmed down, and rested her pussy on my face, dribbles of spunk seeped from her pussy onto my lips. I was unsure as to what the etiquette should be so I eventually licked at the spunk and swallowed it.It was surprisingly lovely. I had never really swallowed my own spunk, not really been that intrigued by it at all, but from now. After he left, Clarra imitated the landlord by keeping a pillow inside her t-shirt. I told her if she was not careful, she won’t need a pillow to imitate him. She did not even understand the joke.This was becoming a routine now. The next day I woke up to see the topless landlord in loose cotton shorts this time. His hands and legs were thin like sticks. Clarra was lying on the floor and demonstrating some exercise. He was eying Clarra from head to toe.I peeked through the window slightly to.