Wednesday was no exception. The Long Island Railroad was a world of its own. We rose at five thirty and Martha and Ronnie and I had a quick, greasy br...akfast in Pennsylvania Station before boarding a commuter train bound for eastern Long Island. We shuttled through Jamaica Station just as the westbound rush hour mounted; for miles and miles as we headed east toward Bay Shore, we were passed by one after another packed, speeding rush hour trains headed for Manhattan. I was flabbergasted at. Then I took some gulal in my hand from the pocket and I don’t know from where did I got that courage maybe because of anger or maybe because of her way of looking at me at that time, I applied colour on my both hands and slowly started to moving them upward under her shirt. First I landed my hands on her bare waist, my god it was damn smooth and silky, then started moving my hand to above body slowly and reached her bra. This I was doing for the first time and when I looked at her she seemed. I cleared my throat and said "Chris" Hi Chris, I'm Harry – why don't you come and sit in my car?"With a pounding heart I moved round to the passenger door and got in. he was wearing comfortable chinos and a plaid shirt and sandals. He looked totally relaxed."So you need a top?" he asked. I could only nod. "Nervous?" he asked "you don't know how much" I replied.He smiled "I'm sure you won't be in a little while when you are more ahh...occupied"My stomach gave another flip as did my cock, which. )Sarah went silent and was breathing heavily. I gave her some time because it was her orgasms which she had after years. I then again started to fuck her. She again started to moan. I had a different feeling on my dick when I started fucking her. I could feel the wetness, her tight walls rubbing on my dick.I started to pump her faster, and I felt that I am about to cum. I asked her where I should come. She replied on her face. I lifted both her legs and started to fuck her hard. After fucking.