He took his hand and slowly began stroking me, up and down my lil shaft. He would pinch my cock head every so often and soon took his other hand and c...pped my sack with it.I felt my breath catch again, my heart was going crazy. I could feel him playing with my sack and I spread my legs abit farther apart. He soon shifted his hand position, he still had ahold of my sack but I felt one of his fingers slowly slide towards my asshole.Within moments he was there and I felt his finger gently push in,. I am here with my another real life incident, hope you like it and give your feedbacks at or kik – swapnilfun.So starting the story,I stay in Mumbai and just completed my engineering.I was traveling in Mumbai metro and going for some work.Everyone knows how crowded mumbai is and how crowded are trains and metros.So I was going to andheri at a peak time and it was full crowded and was getting jam packed and I was standing and after 2 stations it became more crowded and there was this guy who. I’ll see you there in a minute,” she hung up.Qamar looked forth and immediately saw, in the middle of the darkness, a shining graveyard.But he still saw vehicles running on the nearby main road. Nobody seemed to notice it and stop. Why?“Okay, this is gonna be great,” Qamar thought as she stepped towards the graveyard.As he closed in, he wanted to inspect the place. In this country, if a Buddhist is buried, there will be a Dharmachakra posted on his graveyard. If that’s a Christian, that would. There, Donald helps Emma out of her dress, and she stands before him in only her stockings and garter and low-cut bra. He puts the sheer apron back over her head and ties it to her back. There is something about Emma in it, her pussy peeking out at him, the silk stocking for him to rub his hands up and down against is all so appealing to him.He undresses and then leads Emma to the end of the bed. “Bend over Emma,” he tells her.She does as Donald tells her, feeling the fabric of the apron.