I thought about when we first checked into the room and as soon as the bellhop left, she sat on the edge of the bed, lifted one leg almost straight in...the air and bent the other one flat on the mattress, leaving that magnificently glistening pussy open and available to me. I felt as if I couldn’t stop licking her lips and as deep inside as my tongue could reach. She kept coming and coming over and over again with seismic force. I wasn’t sure if she was already primed or how much I had to do. What the hell is that supposed to do you dumb slut? The robe was sosheer everything was there to see, merely tinted by the thin material.My God this bitch just begs to get fucked by whatever cock is handy.After drying her hair with hand held hair dryer she laid on the bed.It only took a few seconds and her one hand was on her breast softlycaressing the nipple and the other softly playing with her pussy. Shecould feel herself getting moist and she slid a finger into her slit andsoftly massaged. I remembered about this not so obvious restroom located in the back of the funeral home and walked down the hallway towards it.I thought I heard my wife’s voice and sure enough she was talking to one of her high school friends who also worked at the funeral home. I heard my wife say, “How long afterwards before, you know.”I leaned over to take a sip of water from the water fountain that was located between the restroom and the office. The next thing I heard was my wife’s friend say, “It was a. And she looks like an angel in traditional. She lives in Nagpur with her parents. So coming to the story, I have a nice relationship with Shreya. We don’t chat like much on WhatsApp and stuff but always get together well when we meet each other in person.In April, it was her parents’ anniversary and I called to wish them. I also had a talk with Shreya that day and suggested her to come to Mumbai as her exams were over. She said that she too was planning to come to Mumbai with her parents in the.