It was the end of Feb and there was a little chill in the air. I had booked a ticket in the chair car of a train. It was a morning 6 hr journey. Anywa...s I reached station about 30 mins before the train was supposed to leave and killed my time by having tea and reading the paper at the station. of course, I ogled at the ladies/girls traveling. I had decided to buy a novel thinking like always it’s going to get difficult to kill time on the train and the novel is going to be my only savior.I kept. That was yesterday and now it was Tuesday and it was getting pathetic because Sydney knew crushes, she even knew love on some level and the girl definitely knew lust but this thing she had for Jade? This was something else entirely. This was like fire, like red ants in her blood, like walking through electricity every time she entered a room she knew Jade was in. A hypnotic mind-fuck that kept Sydney's panties damp and Jade's thighs sweaty enough to overpower the vanilla top-note of her. He’d feel the rush, the surge; he’d have to take a moment, and muster his bravado, to keep from coming before things could really get going.He was ready for it this time, though. The signs were there: her precarious breath, the tension in her stomach under his pressing thumbs, that half-lidded gaze somewhere between imploring and seductive.“Say it,” he instructed.“Fuck me, Jared.”“Fuck you how?”“Fuck me hard. Fuck me crazy. Fuck me ’til I die.”“You got it, babe.”He thrust into her. Hard and. ” He added as he pulled back his kurta covering himself. He sat down in front of the couple who were seated in a small couch pressed against each other.Prakash was already sweating with nervousness. Bindu was all decked up. Her pink and silver saree was tightly draped. She wore a mild perfume which Uttam could smell in spite of the thick cigarette odor that filled the room. Prakash was constantly doubting his own decisions as he built up the courage to speak.“Ji, woh thoda traffic hogaya tha.