Her story ended with us getting of the train at the same stop and her wondering what would happen next. This is a slightly edited version of my replie...: Mmmmmm, your msg got me so horny I wanked myself off reading it. Saying that I wonder what did happen next... I walked from the platform and out of the station with you following me obediently. Then I walked down a back alley, stopped, and waited for you to catch up. We stood for a moment then I ordered you to lift you skirt up and show me. Ahhhhh!” I groaned, tossing about the bed as the wiggling tongue was driving me out of my mind.Raising my legs up, placing them upon his back, I put my hands on his head to keep him between my legs. Arching my hips up into his face, I shivered as my love juices oozed from my quivering slit and into Mr. Kapoor’s slurping mouth. He was eating out, sucking all the honey that I could give him. I arched up high with Mr. Kapoor’s tongue deep in my slit, moaning “Ohhhh Sirrrrr!!!!eat me .ohhhh, I’m. He was a little over six feet tall, with a broad muscular chest covered with curly golden hair that tapered down in a v-shape to his navel. And then there was the darker gold of his crotch hair, thick and soft, although mostly hidden by the white jock. Turning around, he looked over his shoulder at the rippling muscles on his deeply tanned back and the sharp white line well below his waist, and slanting across his hefty butt cheeks from the skimpy swimming suit he wore. Yeah, not bad at. That would be completely true, because she would be my favorite, at least at that moment. Outside of that, I try not to have a favorite, but if I absolutely had to name one, it would be Rekha.For one thing, she is almost my age. Most of the women are younger than I, some by many years, but Rekha is just a few years younger, making us contemporaries. The best thing about her, however, is the way she delights in providing me with as much enjoyment as she can. In that way, we are much alike. I.