Up it goes; the fingers trailing ever-so-slightly past my navel, tracing the lines of my heaving ribcage and brushing against my tender nipples. All t...e while, the Demon of Lust stares into my very soul. He knows me, really knows me and I believe he cares for me as well. His hand finally reaches up, knuckles caressing my cheek. I lean into that touch, eyes closed and heart aching, inhaling my own musky scent still drenching his fingers. His thumb comes to rest over my lips while his fingers. This is the story about a married lady whom I met in the train during my visit to Hyderabad and how we satisfied our urge. I had my reservation in 2nd AC and my berth was upper one. While I got in the train I saw a lady around 35 years sitting in the train. I kept my luggage and sat in front of her.After the train started, we started chatting as she was alone. Her name was Sheena (name changed). She told me that she was married 8 years back and stays with her husband in Mumbai. She told me she. Gunfire flashed over my head. It criss crossed above the trail taking out my whole team. I slithered under some foliage and lay as still as I could. After a few minutes twenty black pajama clad Asians gathered in the middle of the trail. They seemed to be congratulating each other for a job well done. I slowly arose to my knees and uncliped three grenades from my belt. I pulled the pin on the first and lobbed into there midst and did the same with the second... There was no need for the. Jon began to move with her, fucking her mouth, and she could taste the sweaty niceness of him as she put her hand on his buttocks to guide and control his strokes. After a while of this Jon moved round that he was between her legs and she could feel his prick sliding deliciously over her clit. They kissed passionately as he entered her, as though they were intent on tearing one another apart with longing. She arched her back to accept him and he gave long, slow strokes at first, then deeper.