I wanted to cry. Thegirl in front of me was a manifestation of my greatest wet dream. Iwanted to kiss her, hold her, and screw her brains out. Like...somecruel fated joke I was that girl, and consequently would not be able toscrew her or anyone for that matter. Worse yet I could not just ignorethe girl like any guy does when he doesn't wish to torture himself;instead I was reminded every second of every day of my fate. The bras Monica laid out for me were still hanging from the door.I. This is so important for all three of us. I ask you to think about this as it could affect so much.” “Jack, I could say to you now I am pregnant then ditch you. I do not want this as there is a chemistry between us. I am being honest with you Jack. I don’t want us to talk all night and leave it all unsaid.” Jack immediately replied, “Ruth, I do not need to think as I have thought it for the last weeks, I will marry you tomorrow as the most important things in my life are you and our child.”. The second was a beautiful young woman. She must be about 22 years. Her marriage signs (a necklace called Mangal Sutra, a red dot on head and a red line at the parting of hair) betrayed her marital status. The young man and the young married woman did not know each other. They introduced themselves. The young woman was Neetu (Mrs. Kapoor) and the young man was Capt. Kumar. The train must have barely left the station, when the train ticket examiner came. From his appearance, he looked more like. I gasped and wiggled, causing him to pull my legs up a bit more so that I was less able to move. "Just relax and enjoy," he said, humming a bit and licking my juices. I felt like one big nerve ending down there. Every lick seemed to come closer and closer to setting me off. I wiggled and gasped every time his tongue approached my swollen lips and clit, which he circled quickly. I started jerking with arousal each time he gave a long, slow lick from my wet hole to my hard aching clit. I almost.