Lots of stories about the estate have been handed down through the family - stories about it being haunted, or cursed - the kind of stories older kids...in large dynastic families tell to their impressionable cousins to terrify them.The fact of the matter, as some of the more sober and respectable members of your family will tell anyone who will listen, is that Uncle Lester never invited anyone to Coldbrook, nor his father before him, nor his father's father. So no one's been to the damned place. Today though we were doing a titration assignment and I was in the zone!I loved working with procedures, following the detailed steps, beingprecise with measurements and masses, heat... well, I was a nerd, and Iwas proud of it! Experiments like this always made me feel like I was amad scientist preparing to take over the world or something... I was ata point of having to just sit and wait for the process to go when I sawher struggling next to me.I debated, but decided 'what the hell?'"I'm. I went into her bra and removed one of her heavy breasts. No response, she is in very deep sleep. I moved to her nipple, pressed it, pulled it, and even squeezed her breast. I enjoyed playing with her boobs. No reaction.I left her boobs and went to her panty. I moved to her buttocks. They are fleshy and in good shape. I played with them and moved to her pussy.When I touched her pussy, she caught me in action. I was afraid that she would tell to their parents. She did not tell them and slept in. So I was one among the 6 people in my coach, all of us got different seat numbers. So from my seat, none can see me and curtains played their part too in shielding me from activities of other people.So the train moved. I wanted to change from my jeans to cotton track pants and full hand t-shirt since it was a long journey, about 36 hrs. It was almost 1 hr since the train had started and I was busy texting. Just then I saw someone is moving the curtains and entering, it was some lady for some 28.