By the time the train set off, the throng of commuters on the platform had found a way to squeeze onto the already packed carriage. Despite the number... nobody murmured or made eye-contact we all just huddled about as we always had to. Directly to my left was a grey-haired man off about 50, to my right was a guy I took to be an Aussie backpacker, in front of me with her back to me was an Asian girl probably around 24 and 5'4 with noticeably rounded, pert buttocks. Besides noting this, around me. This weekend was going to be an adventure and something we both had waited for since first we met at the airport after many years of not seeing each other. God, it had been a long time. I knew him in high school and dated him about 3 times. He then went into the Navy and we lost track of each other. We accidentally met about 8 years later in the Chicago airport and as fate would have it, flew home on the same red eye plane flight one late Friday night! We actually got to sit together and. My boobs turned red, it was paining. I could hear my husband shouting “randi banao isko”. Again, Rakesh parted my legs & entered his manhood this time. I screamed out of pain. I shouted son of a bitch. Listening to this he got more erotic & entered even harder. I cannot describe the pain to you. He started fucking my pussy harder & harder whilst Sameer was playing with my long hair & boobs. I was screaming with pain; after around 15 min he cummed inside by pussy. Then Sameer said, “let me fuck. She turns around and I wash the backs of her legs, around her smooth arse, up her back, and then with my cock nestled between her cheeks, I start to wash her hair. As I start to rinse the soap off she leans forward slightly pressing her backside against me more insistently. She reaches round and positions the tip of my cock into her cunt, and eases backwards, the waters lubrication gliding it smoothly into place, deep inside her. I reach round and fondle her dangling tits, as she starts to rock.