As I was standing there bull-shitting with them, Ernesto, the bands leader and Miguel Calderon’s father, asked me if I was going to do a few numbers...with them that evening. Does a hobby horse have a hickory dick?“You will have to tie me up and gag me for it to be otherwise,” I told him.Ernesto smiled at that and motioned to his son. I looked at Miguel curiously when he walked over to a table and picked up a parcel. Miguel handed the wrapped bundle to his father, who in turn shoved it into my. While washing my hand I saw outside and we were crossing mathura. We finished our breakfast before Agra and just playing and chatting with my wife on different different topics.When Agra station came I got down from the train to roam around till the time train stops. I came to my berth once train starts from the station and I was surprised by seeing a beautiful lady on my son’s berth. I was having 2 lower and 1 upper berth. She was having the other upper berth like mine. I was not having any. Fire crept along her thighs and they trembled as she sat from her hovering position. Blood drained back into her thighs and shoulders; the fire had quit for now. He sat up, reached around and gripped under her chin, facing her towards him. Seconds passed as their lips moistened with every brush and nibble. Moans bounced back and forth into each other’s mouths as his fingers traced and massaged her scalp. After releasing the grip with one of his hands, he pulled her to stand up by the hair then. That must have been what Carl had been doing when she was on his lap, and now Tom was copying him. If you couldn’t tell by now, Carl was the natural leader of our little group and tended to get his way most of the time. Unfortunately I was too busy watching Tom’s wandering hand and I had to fold because I had no idea what everybody had bet.Carl won and Candy moved back to his lap. He seemed a little more aggressive this time, but she still did not object or try to leave. Nobody would have.