Sensing the change, my husband mistakenly reads it as being directed towards him. He fumbles with my breasts, beginning his routine. From there he rea...hes between my legs, never quite finding the right spot, and when he does, never quite finding the right rhythm. I moan, faking orgasm, knowing that the appropriate responses help to end this farce more quickly. Tonight he is on top. As always, his movements are the exact opposite of what I need to experience pleasure. I accommodate him, again to. You have 500k, good luck." He said as he logged into the trading software, there was exactly 500k left after he wired the rest out."You mean it?" I asked"It's yours ... the rest is ... safe." He said, he was referring to one of several international businesses he maintained."Okay" I said, selecting the three companies I'd studied the previous day, I divided the 500k up evenly between them and when a small pre-market uptick happened, I clicked 'sell short' ... and the order executed."Alright,. Then we reached the railway station in the evening were the trains will be very crowded and we boarded a train and as expected it was very crowded and it was a 50 minutes journey and she covered her dupatta were no one should notice her and we stood in middle of the train and there are many men’s in the train and I was standing behind her and it was so crowed and no can see nothing down I slowly touched her hip and massage it and she moved to a young boy near her and rubbed her sex y ass in his. Carl pulled off my shirt and I knew what he wanted. I knew what he was thinking. Carl wanted to finally get his hands (and mouth) on my big shapely tits. I would catch him sneaking looks when he thought I wasn’t looking. Yes sometimes I would play it up. Make them shake or bounce knowing he was watching. And yes, I would even bend over to pick something up or tie my shoelace or just lean forward while telling a story knowing that he could see some awesome cleavage. Now finally Carl had my tits.