I don’t have a good narration skill, so I just hope I will be able to recreate that night in train to Bhubaneswar.The clock had struck 8:30pm I boar...ing my train from KGP station my friend was there to see me off, we both were in the train as he was helping me arrange my luggage, when suddenly he poked me saying “Bhai yaar wo bandi tujhe dekh rahi hai” I didn’t pay much attention cause its every friends task to pull such stunts.Any ways the really story started when the train blew its whistle. With a single digit, I stroked between her legs. Finding her opening, I went further. She pushed back, wanting more, but that was for Paul to do. All I wanted to do was get her worked up enough to want him.It worked; she was soon all over him, demanding he take things further. Now being the kind and considerate little sister, I decided it was time to leave them for a while."I think you two have things to do, that don't need me here. I'll go and talk to Greg and Sophie for a while." With that, I. Soon enough, I was looking like a slutty crossdresser.I thought enough was enough and started making my way onto the street looking for - well I don't know what really. but I just walked until I saw a dark looking guy having a piss in a courtyard not far from where I was. I mad my way over to him shyly and was trying too look over his shoulder while he was relieving himself. he turned and saw me and I think his words were 'what the fuck are you looking at'. all I could say was 'do you want a. When someone licks my pussy!’ she continues, ‘ My husband doesn’t really care to lick pussy, he just wants to fuck.’ I’m not sure at this point where she is going with this, and we come to this big rock on the side of the trail. She stops and sits on the rock and pulls me to her and says, ‘ Janet ( my wife) brags that you love to lick pussy and that you are damn good at it.’ By now I have a raging hard on and all I can think about is this woman’s pussy. ‘ why don’t you lick my pussy right.