You have a great structure”. Slowly, he started touching my thighs and hands while talking. We spoke for a long time, mostly general topics and bit ...f erotic ones. He kept on touching me.I was slowly getting into the mood. I guess the time would be around 12 midnight then. He kept his hands on my shoulders and started touching my face, neck and boobs.Slowly, he inserted his hands into my top and started pressing my right boob. With his left hand, he turned my face onto him and kissed on my. ” “I can’t wait for dinner, I want you now” I said. We were still very soapy and the water was running over us, and I ducked my head down to take one of her nipples into my mouth and at the same time, let my other hand find her hairy pussy. I placed my hand between her thighs to find her hairy bush and cupped it with a firm grasp. I absolutely love and adore hairy pussy. For some reason, I have always been turned on by hairy pussy’s. Although I’ve been with many. Like all other collages in India in my collage also there was a ragging problem, around 10 PM at the night, my senior girls came to my room, there are six girls in that batch, they closed the doors. First they caught the other new girl, who stays in my room and asked about her personal things, and asked to sing, dance etc, after Sangeeta introduced me to the girls. One of the girls asked about my bra size, I fell shy, another girl squeezed my breast and said wow it's wonderful, and all other. But times were changing, and to pretend the train should be some kind of time capsule was frankly ridiculous.I thought about lounging in the lounge car, or the dining car which was sort of supposed to serve as a kind of lounge, but my heart wasn’t in it. I just went back to my room, rang for the car attendant, and asked for my bed to be put down. I was a weary traveler, and I just wanted to go to bed.The car attendant was a touch less polite then some; but he did the job I asked of him. I was.