But he hadn’t complained about any of it – he had not been inclined to complain – until today. He realized he had just had sex with his girlfrie...d’s mom – it hit him with full force when he woke up at the crack of dawn in Ron’s room; he had retreated to Ron’s room after an hour-long session with Ginny that left the redhead girl tired, but sated. And the thing was – he wasn’t guilty. At all. And that disturbed him. Moreover, he reveled in the feeling of conquest, almost like he enjoyed being. She stood up on her toes and pushed back against me, her hand reaching back again for my cock and slowly, so slowly I almost wanted to do it for her, she guided me until I felt her wetness envelop me, her skirt dropping back down around us as we pulled into yet another station.I don't think I moved for the entire stop at the station, and neither did she. Then, as the train juddered into life, the vibration and her own motions to keep stable set us both off. My hand again reached under her. Then one day I got a message from a guy named Rohith. He was a student in Hyderabad and aged 21. His chat style was completely different from other guys. He didn’t ask me all those normal traditional questions that every guy used to ask me.He used to interpret most by my chat style. This impressed me as I was also looking for a smart guy who can convince my husband into this. Actually my plan initially was to convince a girl and ask her to force my husband for threesome. So that my husband will. I have two cars, an airplane…’ ‘An airplane?’ ‘Yes, I’ll have it ready to ship. There are three caskets. I want those given special care. And, several large crates of household goods…’ ‘Please give me a moment and I’ll see what I can do.’ He picked up his phone and dialed the other shipping line. ‘…all right… that’s good… I’ll send him over right now.’ He hung up the phone. ‘They’re expecting you at berth eight. There was no one there except some old fishermen at the end of the pier. They.