My lips turn up at the sides as I smile but my eyes aren’t smiling, my pulse isn’t racing and my heart isn’t yearning.I’m certain you’re enj...ying this though we’re in different worlds, and in just a few more thrusts you’re filling me with copious amounts of your seed and I’m weary now with the emotions that are missing,I turn my back on you slowly as you hold me close to you and plant more of those kisses on my neck I murmur mock sounds of contentment and go to sleep.On waking I find that. Lucky me, my co-passenger in my berth was a girl in her early 20s. She was drenched, I guess she didn’t have an umbrella. I moved and freed one-half of my berth. After taking a towel from her bags, She put her luggage beneath the lower berth and was hesitating to climb up probably because of wet clothes. I always carry newspaper with me, even in AC coaches I put the paper first & then the bed sheet they give us.So, I removed some paper from beneath our sheet & placed them over on her half side.. Perfect symmetry. I couldn’t get my eyes off of that butt trapped inside her yoga pants. Suddenly I realised she knows I’m checking her out I turned away. Then out of nowhere it struck me, like deja vu, she’s been doing this right from first day. It’s like she wants me to check her out.I cleared my mind of those thoughts and got back to my exercise. I began putting together weights for a bench press. “Do you want me to spot you?” she asked. I just looked at her, not knowing what to say. “I said. "Ashley, we know how much you love wearing your pretty nighties, don't we?Well I've been thinking I'm sure you'd love to try other adorable pretties,what do you say?" she asked.He didn't know what to say, he had often felt his mothers pretty underwearthinking how soft and delicate they were, wondering if they would feel aslovely as his nighties do on his body.Yes he would love to wear beautiful underwear like his mother, but didn'twant to come straight out and say, Yes I'd love to wear pretty.