"I didn't mean that," Mom told me lightly slapping my shoulder and pressing her cleavage against my arm.Pointing at a waitress, she said: "She's got a...nice ass." She should be up there," I added placing my hand across Mom's bare thighs, with my fingers feeling the soft, naked skin and back of my arm firmly pressed against her breasts, and took a swig of the beer."I wouldn't mind watching her," she replied.I turned my face and saw Mom resting her head against the wall."Mom, are you drunk?" Do. But I told you I wasn't at all sorry, and I'm not. But I need him to know that. To let him see, clearly, that I don't need him. That I’m not the loser. Right?"Dan noted the worried look on her face, as she looked for his response, and he said gently, "Yes, but I don't see where I can help."She nodded, "This may sound crazy. And I'm a little nervous about how you'll take it. But, you and I are now the only unaccompanied guests in the hotel." Then she added more anxiously, "I'm assuming that. My back comes to rest pressed against the wall. You unbutton my work shirt with shaking fingers.I make a noise in the back of my throat and pull your ti-shirt over your head, exposing your chest to my hungry fingers. I kiss you collar-bone. I gasp as you stuff your hand up my shirt and fight the under-wire of my bra to catch my breast. I can hear your shoes clumping heavily onto the floorboards as you kick them off.I almost bang my head on the wall as your keen lips recapture mine. Without your. I asked, “Wanna fuck while Mr. Sharma is at home?”She hesitated a bit but I insisted and she gave in. She just had a loose skirt on. She said, “You wait in the bedroom. I’ll just come after preparing tea for Mr.Sharma.” So I went to the bedroom and she went to prepare the tea. After just five minutes I was bored.So I went to the kitchen. Nidhi was standing. Her nipples are visible over her shirt and her round plump ass making a great shape. I went behind her and held her in my arms. “Hey,.