She didn’t push me either. I think I got her excited but she didn’t utter a word.I left her and went to my bed. then I realized what I have done. ...ried to sleep but couldn’t. Guilt, Fear, Shame all surrounded me. morning 4 am itself I went to park. was sitting there. didn’t have my phone also with me.Was afraid how would I face her. Beside I loved her too. Was afraid of losing her… but had to go home anyway. .. when I reached there… I became motionless for a moment. She had her bag packed and. He nodded slowly as the water drummed on his head. 'His own master.' He chuckled.Scrambling to his feet he turned the water to as hot as he could bear. Reality nagged at the fringes of his awareness. Of course he'd never been his own master. And to be honest – was there even a point to return to? Reclaiming a former life would presume he had a former life. Did he?He sighed and admitted that any change he'd make would mean a fundamental change, not a simple return to whatever former life. And. I slowly kept my hand on her pussy and started rubbing it over the panty. She was moaning loudly. I removed her panty and started fingering her. She started moaning loudly. Ahhh Ahhh Ahhhhh and she made my fingers wet. She started undressing me and started stroking my cock with her soft and beautiful hands.She slowly kept the cock between her beautiful lips and started sucking it cleanly. One time a suck and one stroke with hand. I am feeling heaven and the moment did not last long, I came out. About me. I didn’t bother coz I was in a hurry. The train was crowded. I had to get in that train to be at school on time. It was packed. But somehow I managed to get inside the train.As I was a Muslim lady everyone gave way to go more inside the train. Everyone respects a woman in abaya.Train started moving. It was 45 min journey. It was all sweating and crowded. I was feeling very uncomfortable. Most of the passengers were men. I was so religious I don’t even look at men when I walk with my.