Many times she caught my eyes looking at her boobs and finally at one signal she asked me “are you obsessed with my boobs” and i felt embarrassed....It was little uncomfortable for rest of the journey but we kept talking and when auto take some sharp turns my hands touched her legs few times. Before we parted i took her number. Same night we had a chat in sms ……… Me – it was very nice talking to you and I’m sorry.Riya – same here, but why sorry.Me – I’m not obsessed with your boobs but couldn’t. When I awoke it was dinner time and Sue was curled up besides me on the big sofa, snuggled in with her arms around me. I raised one eyebrow... “King is fine, his dick is sore, but no damage, well, maybe his pride. You really did break him, you know?” Then softer... “And me too...”I turned, lifting my arms to take Sue into them, holding her close, her head on my shoulder. Her breath was warm and soft, like her words... “You don’t need a collar, not anymore, I’m yours, just please don’t hurt me. Jayanthi janatha as most know starts at 3.30 in the evening and till it got dark I set myself exchanging pleasantries with my neighbors and others in the compartment sitting close to me.The woman was some 40 years old and her daughter was 15 years of age. Being a protective mom the daughter was sitting near the window and the woman next to her and then myself and 4 other guys on a 4 seater berth one. can imagine the proximity I had with the mother. I moved a little forward on my seat and opened. Devon was overtly comparing the lads against each other, chatting animatedly with Millie about their relative merits. Denise was almost beyond the point of decorum herself, but managed to keep within limits. She'd check out the guys, but not openly ogle them; she'd talk about them, but not in anatomical detail... Yet!Janice suggested that they take a quick tour of the bars, "Let's see what's about." Sue and Devon giggled, Millie muttered something inaudible, then said "Okay, let's go!" and.