The train started and people are sticking to each other at the door there was a lady with a vegetable basket (where people carry on their head and sel... ) sitting in the doorway.I didn’t notice her but the ticket collector came for checking and shouted on her to either stand or sit if she gets a seat but not to sit in the way, immediately she stood.There I’ve seen her describe she is a village bomb. She is wearing a cotton saree and full of sweat and a bit dark in color. She has the perfect boob. He could get me to leave my husband and marry him and I would be his. He learned my cycle. He knew my fertile days! And I swear, the chance of getting pregnant and me needing to leave my husband made our sexual lives so incredibly hot. White hot. Screaming hot. Obsessively mind control hot. And... believe it or not, that intensity translated equally well to sex with my husband. Yes it was dangerous but dangerous can be so damn hot. I'm not sure, but I bet we did snow balling a hundred times.. ‘You know,’ she said, ‘If I were cheating on my husband, I would not want you on my tail.’ She recognized the double entendre before I did, then blushed and stammered, ‘That didn’t come out the way I intended it. What I meant was…’ I dismissed her comment with a light laugh, though for a moment, I wondered if (and maybe subconsciously hoped) it had been a Freudian slip. ‘No need to explain. I know what you meant. And thank you for the compliment. Sherry, I’m very serious about calling me at. It was even starting to feel good. There was a rush I got when I came inside each of them. Victoria was different. We knew what we were doing. I was purposely fucking her to get her pregnant. There was nothing like it. I know the circumstances surrounding it were awful yet, it felt better than anything I’d ever experienced. I got up slightly and looked down. Victoria’s chest rose and fell. She was breathing heavily, covered in sweat. Her tits looked bigger after having been played with. I.