5 inch ka land dekh kar uske muh pe eek khusi sin ajar aane lagi nd vo use bas dekha hi jaa rahi thin d mene zatak se uske muhh me land ko patak diya....Vo na nah karti thi par me kha sune wala than d uske muh me land sama bhi nahi raha tha vo lollipop ki tarh chusne lagi And mera bura haal hota gaya vo bhot zaalim land chus rahi thi wow friends kya batuva me jaannnat me than 5 min bad me zaar gaya uske muh me fir bhi uske muhh ko pakad ke chodne laga or pachh pachhh ki awajw aane lagi uski. I got no response, for this Mr. ignored me, behaving discretely, until the moment his wife went upstairs to change and go back home. I caught him watching me, shameless. I was wearing a mini skirt and he could guess my small panty underneath as well as a blouse which allowed him to stare at the beginning of my breasts. He inquired about a certain piece and I headed towards the bottom of the store; we got there to show it to him. There was a bend at this place, the most hidden place. .)I continued to walk, my world narrowed only to the endless walk and myvoice in my head.(That's perfect, nice short stride, crossing your feet, keep the linestraight, left, right, left, a nice, tight, skirt would also help yourwalk, you can change now that you're done.)I blinked a couple times, seeing that the door had reappeared and satopen. "I'm done? Oh, thank god, was that really only one mile? How longwas that?"(That was 5,257 seconds. You made a number of attempts that lasted up to81% of. I know you will. I have seen you now.Days passed by and my mom was normal by now. We then decided to go to our native place at Mathura. I booked two tickets in the first a/c compartment. Mom was wearing a beautiful red chiffon saree with a deep neck and almost backless blouse. The saree was below her navel and she was looking damn hot to resist. We got into the train at around 5PM. we sat on our seats.Then another man entered onto the coupe. He was a south-Indian (I presumed it on his black.