He pitched the bottle off the train and huddled in the corner of the well shuddering and crying. The salty tears ran through his beard and into his mo...th. G2 slept with the taste of salt water on his lips.Gerald loved salt water taffy. There was something special about the sweet saltiness of the sticky candy, especially if you got it at the county fair. It was even more exciting at this year’s fair because he had a championship photography exhibit. All Gerald’s friends were in 4-H, so it seemed. I was 23 years old that time. I am changing names and places of the true story for obvious reason. That time there was not any internet and mobile phone. We did not even have STD or ISD telephone network in small towns. Only big cities had good telephone network. I just had my post graduation. Looking for a suitable job. I used to live with my brother in the business capital of the country.I was traveling by a mail train, from my small town to the big city where I live. I don’t want to go to. I-or kuch kaya karogha ,bolo na .mari chudhai ya gand maro gha .,mara moo sa chudhai ki bat sun ka who haral ho gaya or kul ka bat karna lagha . Bunty-ha or kaya ma na ap ko chood dea tho . I-aacha aaj apka mana apni bhabhi ko hi choodna ko kar raha ha ,ap tho bhot basaram ha .or Ma us ka land pa hat phar dea . Bunty-kaya kara jab koi bhabhi apna davar ka sat kishi bhi hotalka room ma jana ka lea tayar ho jaha or choot ka bal saf karna ko bola tho davar kaya kara .ya kaha ka us na mujko baho ma. Sylvia grips a handful of bed sheets as Janet swirls her tongue deeper and deeper until she touches my wife's G-spot. Josh is bobbing up and down on my shaft, swirling his tongue around while fondling my balls in his hand.Sylvia and I are moaning, groaning and thrashing around as our orgasms build. I thrust my hips up and Josh holds still, allowing me to fuck his mouth. Sylvia is grinding her pussy on Janet's mouth, as her back arches. I stop thrusting my hips and Josh pumps my shaft with his.