.. YES ... SO GOOD!' that was shouted out in rhythm to my continuing thrusts. It was also accompanied by the most exquisite pulsations of her pussy. T...is was the end of the line for my cock which exploded deep inside of Kari and fired load, after load, after load of my seed deep inside of her. Finally I dropped on top of her, exhausted but still tingling from my ankles to my neck with the pleasures of the last few moments.I rolled us over, our arms wrapped about each other. I was still inside. My wife observed that the boy had a lean built and was slightly taller than her. He was wearing a jeans & a t-shirt. The train started to move on. There were still two seats to be taken up. My wife was engrossed in her novel. But she could see that the lad was checking her out. He was staring at her tops and legs. Then he tried to strike a conversation.”Hi I am Ankur. I’m going to join college in Pune” My wife did not know what to say. “Hi” she replied.”U stay here” he asked. My wife “Yeah I’d. She was squirting anymore because her kneading wasn't trying to drain them, only produce milk.I began humping between her tits again feeling the hot wetness of her milk slicking my rigid cock. I kept watching as Dad moved his hips forcing more and more of his cock into Mom's mouth. Before long I could see he was actually shoving it into her throat and she was swallowing when it buried deep. Dad's balls were swinging and smacking her chin with every lunge. I looked at Mom's nipples and at how. Aise Sumit ke paise mein dependent hoke rahene mein sabse jyada bura mujhe lag raha tha. Kyunki main chah kar bhi kuch kar nahi paa raha tha. Dhire dhire frustrated ho chuka tha main. Par Sumit mujhe humesha cheer up karta tha. Jhoota dilasa deta tha ki main theek ho jaunga etc etc.Sumit ne kahan ki hume Kolkata wapas jane ki jaroorat nahi hai. Hum yahan Mumbai mein hi settled ho jate hai. Humare pass aur koi chara bhi nahi tha. Kolkata mein humare apne koi tha nahi. Sab bure waqt mein apni.