. yes," she grinned, knowing damn good and well I was going to now.I still felt silly. Yet on the other hand, knowing that I was about to have my cock...sandwiched between Val's soft pliant breasts had caused it to stiffen almost immediately. And though I wouldn't actually see her doing it, which is part of what I liked, the odd realization that I would still feel it, and thus be forced to try and envision it, suddenly seemed rather appealing. And besides, if I did this now. I was willing to bet. I tried to make some conversation with her and she responded very frankly to me, but I was still feeling so much tension inside me when I tried to be as casual as ever when I asked her 'So tell me then, Why do you swim so late?' ...she replied 'well I 'm trying to lose some weight' ... I still can't believe what I said next as I looked at her straight in the eyes and said :'Well, I think you ARE beautiful the way you ARE....' she looked at me and smiled slightly but never said a word.. I. Toby was the first to comply. He almost ripped his pants open in his haste to get his cock out. It jumped from his pants, hard and throbbing, the head smooth and swollen, juice dripping from the tip. He clutched it, running his fist back and forth. Ginger, shaking wildly, looked from her mother to her brother,her hands agitated, darting to her small tits, down to her hips, back to her tits again. She was breathing in labored sounds, eyes smoldering. "Now you, Ginger," Susan urged, dragging her. The following conversion revealed that she and her grandmother were going to Calcutta but they got one berth only. I saw her grandmother lying on the middle berth with a sheet covered over her body.She promptly vacated my berth and kept standing. Now I was in a dilemma. My ethics wanted me to offer my berth to a lady. But since it was going to be a 2-nights journey, I needed some sleep too. But I and she can not sleep on the same berth also. She can not sit on the middle berth with her.