All this was in my mind and my eyes were locked onto hers. Our faces were about a feet apart. I wanted to kiss her. I knew she wanted it too. Her mout... was slightly open. The old aunty was behind me and could not see us, but she would if we kissed. The rest were lying down. It was as if in that racing, crowded train, we two had reached a frequency only we two shared. I took up a book and sat on their berth, reading it. A few minutes later I found Vanshiqa sitting up. She was fidgety I could. Everything seemed to slow down as a mutual stare game ensued. His face was so resolute, his jaws clenched, his eyes red...there was something so a****listic in that stare she thought.His hands roamed on her naked back, caressing her flawless fair skin. HE lowered his hands and cupped her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples. He brought his hand over to her face and caressed her soft cheeks. She closed her eyes and kissed his hand as it roamed all over. She felt his fingers on her lips and she. And pondered. I knew he would be asleep for an hour or more. I reached for a magazine as I crossed my legs and began to read. I tried to focus, but my mind wandered off to Michael, once again. I glanced down at my panty hosed thigh as I gave some thought to my next move. Our ground rules were clear, yet moments like this were taunting my own principles. Michael clearly wasn't expecting anything to occur today, his father was home... yet his loud snore provides a window of opportunity. . I shot rope after rope of my cum. I didn’t think I had any more left in me. God, it felt fantastic exploding in her again. Even though it was less than four hours ago that I filled her pussy, Ally turned around and kissed me deeply. We embraced under the running water. Our tongues danced like we were horny teenagers. My hands wandered down and grabbed her tight ass cheeks, Ally did the same, grabbing me and pulling me even closer. We had finished our shower and got out. We grabbed our.