Anyone who has travelled on a local suburban train in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in c...ose proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started. The shoving crowd and the jerky motions of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be. We entered a period where his shift work made us ships in the night. We managed it though, still connected. I would often go swimming at a nearby sports centre when he was working. It got boring in the flat, especially as winter set in, I walked there and back to the pool as hubby had to take the car to and from work. I got chatting to regular faces at the pool, as you do, got friendlier with some and in particular, a man called Mark. He was 38 and married. His wife didn't keep well and. She was swaying her ass in a sexy manner as she walked in front of us and for once she raised her skirt for few seconds for us to have a glimpse of her sexy ass. As soon as we entered, Annie grabbed me and gave me a long kiss on my lips. I too held her by her hairs and in a fraction of seconds our tongues were interlocked and soon my hands grabbed her butt and I pressed them hard.By the time we stopped, Rohit already had his dick out and started jerking. Annie walked to him, grabbed his dick. A woman's hand rested on my chest, and her light breathing warmed the back of my neck. She was spooning me, just as I was spooning the other woman. I had an arm around her with my hand on her tummy, holding her body against mine, my sleepy little rooster nestled happily between her cheeks.The feel of her crack cuddling my cock should have had me a lot harder, but with such a vicious headache and a thoroughly addled brain? No chance. Where the hell was I? How did I get here? Who the fuck were.