So you're already broken. I suppose it's just a matter of time before I follow in your footsteps." There'll be no following of any footsteps, dear mot...er. Come, I've made breakfast." ...It must be nice to escape from reality. I wish I could do that." I'm not—" I sigh, dropping my positive persona. "I'm not escaping reality. It's just that..." You're fine with us fucking?" Fuck, no! I mean," Deep breaths, "Look, Mom. Nothing happened, okay? We just drank too much, and passed out on the same bed.. Lonavala is my fav. place and go there very often so I have a room booked in a Hotel there. So we left by bus to Lonavala. My Gf’s height is little short and looks kid when she wears western dress so I had told to wear Indian dress i.e.salwar, kameez and dupatta. We reached there checked in and ordered some cool-drinks and I had got cake and some snacks with me. We both celebrated by cutting cake as it was our first valentine day and so wanted to make memorable.She took her dupatta off and we. She isn’t left barren for long. As soon as it leaves, another plugs her, taking its place. Meanwhile, her occupied mouth is busy pleasuring. She has to focus to keep her jaw relaxed despite her anger, humiliation and feelings of betrayal until finally she feels it, too, flinch in her mouth. Her throat is thoroughly coated with the hot, sticky cum, to lay the way for another deposit.Tears begin to well up in her eyes. She was terrified when she first woke up on this strange planet, and that. “My husband says you have a very talented mouth and are not shy about using it.”“Your husband has a very nice cock and his cum tastes fabulous.”She wrinkled her nose. “That is not my thing. I really don’t enjoy the taste. But my husband recommend that I test your tongue.” I was in heaven as she tilted her hips forward and ground her pelvis into my now hard cock. “And I promise not to leave you like my husband did. I told him it wasn’t fair that he didn’t return the favour.”“Absolutely!” I’m not.