I hated being yelled at in the safest of circumstances, but the tiniest elevation in this woman’s voice took it a whole new level. Instead, the old train cars parked right next to the station created a little cave, lit by a single bulb midway down, and then whatever street lights shown through from either side. Indian sex But on a Tuesday, my beat up old Audi A6 was the only vehicle around. If it was ransom she was after, she was in for a surprise when she found out our one effluent family was near bankruptcy, but I couldn’t think of another reason for the elaborate set up. But as I felt myself get wetter and wetter, the tears came quicker and quicker. But I couldn’t be being attacked, right? “Please…” Maybe earlier I would have despaired over how fragile my voice sounded, but in the aftermath of what had just happened I could have cared less. The blindfold, however, probably made it impossible for me to look anything close to defiant. Or at least I thought it was them; the sweatshirt material where their chest pressed against my bare arm felt the same as it had by the trains. Suddenly knowing she was naked, I could smell her right there by my nose, the smell of female arousal I had memorized since
