One day I ended up at a rest stop and I went to the bath room to dress up and put on my makeup. As I was putting on my eye shadow a man walked in and ...tared at me. As he did so it made me feel good and feminine. He said I looked pretty and my ass looked good in the skirt. My face went flush and I felt my heart pumping and my hands trembled. I really like his complements even though I knew they were untrue. I became very nervous and laughed awkwardly. He said his name was Matt, then he. She even removed her hand from mine to stroke my erection. It was like giving me free reign to use her as I willed. I bent down and kissed her, progressing from mouth, to neck, to nipples all to the applause provided by her moans and cries of yes Daddy yes.As my lips and tongue assaulted her breasts my hand travelled down to play with her special place. It was not hard to get her legs parted as I lightly touched her slit. Soon her pelvis was pumping up trying to capture my hand. I obliged my. It wasn't something I ever equated as a good sign. I didn't even know she had teeth! Pictures she had of her family showed they didn't have a full set of teeth between them. She always looked like my grandmother did when she had her dentures out and had a face like a raisin. Today she was glowing!"Joe," she told me as she pulled me into her office and closed the door, "If my old plumbing weren't as dry as the Sahara I would see if you got a hair trigger or can go the distance. You made this old. They were husband wife and one 3-4 years baby. Bhabhi was not pathaka but some 36-32-38. Dekhne me colour saf tha. I introduced to them and we were living happily. I call them bhaiya and bhabhi. I used to come late after work and normally had dinner in hotel and come back to room only for sleeping. And on Saturdays I used to bring khana peena to my room and enjoy there with daru and khana. One fine day I was taking daru at my room then bhaiya came there and asked kyo bhai kya chal raha hai..