Ni diyamaine uss k soft gulabi hont par apne hont rakh diye toh uss k hont bht garamthe usse kiss karne k baad maine uss se pucha ki kaisa laga toh us... ne kaha kacha laga toh mai usse phir se kiss karne laga aur sath mai uss k boobs dabanelaga aur vo bhi meri kiss ko respond karne lagi toh mai uss ki shirt utarnelaga aur shirt utar k mai uss k boobs bra k upar se dabane aur chusne lagamaujhe bht maza aa raha tha aur maine jabi uss ki bra utarde aur uss kboobs itne soft malai jase mai satve. .. She pulled down the covers and let the towel fall to the floor. She tossed the night shirt on top of her travel bag and laid face down on the bed as it was too hot to pull the covers over. I was looking at a perfect ass. Perfectly round, perfectly white; the way virgin skin is protected from the sun by a precise sized bikini bottom. This was not an ass that had worn a thong suit, but a bikini bottom the perfect size to cover the full length of her behind. The kind while sitting on the beach. The leather jacket that went with it was thrown over a chair. Hips and legs clad in tight faded jeans that covered the tops of lace-up boots."Yeah, I'm a sight alright," muttered the well built butch woman. She snorted. Her jeans even bulged as that morning she had automatically donned the strapon she generally wore. Her eyes drifted to the night stand and the picture of her and Marissa. They looked so damn happy there. Marissa, the cute, blonde young femme tucked under her protective arm.. But as her Sasur was now sitting exactly opposite her she has to put her long ghoonghat ON all the time. “……… jaa rahi hai” oldman asked, ” haan” ” main bhi” I smiled. The train moving at a fast pace. ” ye kaun se station par rukegi” I asked, “2 gahnte tak koi station nahi hai ussese pahele nahin rukegi”, i sitting so closed to him that my side and his side parts are almost permanently joined and even after little shifting here,my hand may rest on his lap for a while and similarly his hand also.