I wanted to avert my eyes and couldn't. I wanted to cover my come spot and couldn't. I was in a trance. As she walked by my seat, she said nothing but...dropped something into my lap and exited the train. The door slid closed and the train left the station. I looked down and saw what she left me; her panties. I reached for them and gently took them in my hand. They were soaked. Looking around the car to make sure I was still alone, I brought them to my nose, closed my eyes and sniffed. I couldn't. Bhabi bole rahi thi mera sara dudh pi jao aje phir bhabi ne meri t shirt utar di or me bhabi ka uper ae geya bhabi mera nicha thi me bhabi ka lips pr kiis kar raha tha me kabi bhabi ka lips pr kiss karta kabi neck pr kabi boobs pr me bhabi kiChucyi choose raha tha or hath bhabi ki choot or tango pr phar raha tha mena ab bhabi ki salware ka nadra khol diya or unki salware me hath dal ki unki panty ka uper se choot ko maslana chalo kar diya bhabi ki panty puri gili ho gayi thi boobs se kiss karte. Sorry – being a guy I know when one is staring at someone! Despite the obvious flaws though, my wife is still pretty hot. We have the constant argument that her boobs are sagging – so not happening. Her legs are still amazing and her face hasn’t changed that’s for sure. I can see why guys still look as she walks past even if she refuses to believe me.So yes there I was again. My wife finally decided to come downstairs. Having just woke up she was still in her night shirt which in reality is. “It is a reminder of what I once was and what they took from me.” He said then turned to me. I felt my stomach drop as he moved closer. “But don’t for a second compare your situation to mine. I had much more than you and they did much more to me than just strip me of power and rank and condemn me to death.” he said bitterly. I glanced momentarily at the faint scars lining his lean torso. He walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I held my breath and stiffened as his fingers pushed.