And then the ultimate happened. I felt another hand slowly trying to pull my saree up and feel my thighs. He reached my thighs and I as if under a spe...l, spread my legs a little to let him move further up along my inside thighs.I was in a terrible condition! The hand had almost reached my pussy and was stroking over it and I wanted him to get a little harder and go inside. Soon another hand from the other side also joined and two hands were roaming my thighs and pussy. I was in such a state. So little boy you want to toy with me now. I checked your text messages but always pussy out, but I know where you are or where you soon will be, beside the hotel lobby at the vending machine. Stepping out of the shower to dry myself off, walk up to the fogged mirror and with my pruned old fingers write "god damn you're hot", so I dried myself off dawning new pink bra and panties, under my nice long coat and black shiny spiked heels,I set out engage this impotent being hmm room 305 I giggle. Figure... a lot more rounded than his own past dates or preferences to date. Her frame was petite, and a little padded now with the passage of time. A narrow waist that flared out to her hips, a blouse front that swelled promisingly, and a gorgeous backside under that tailored skirt. She could look good - could put to shame some girls half her age. But the packaging... she always dressed conservatively. Demurely. Dressed down, you could say. In a way that always lessened rather than increased. This was all happened just in a span of 30seconds and she gently pushed me away and turned on the light. We stood facing each other and she was panting heavily. I said “I’m sorry. I thought it was Priya. I’m really sorry.” My mother-in-law said “It’s ok. Forget it.” And she left without another word. That whole day she didn’t speak to me and I felt so boring and lonely. The next day was also was same and without much talk between us. I thought I made a mistake and I couldn’t stop thinking of.