First had to travel to Kolkata and then to Kochi.I was looking at her through the train journey thinking when i will get a chance to fuck her.In fact ...uring train journey also, my cock was getting hard many a times inside my tight undy.When we get into our hotel of stay at kolkata at 2 pm, the staffs were looking at my wife with greedy eyes scanning the slip sexy body under her saree.I could understand their feeling not able to touch her once.Then we had our lunch.I could not resist just after. I walk in the room and the door squeaks and she stops dead and turns around, her face as red as the dress she is wearing that day.I walk in, close the door and sit across from her, the smell of her pussy is thick in the room and I am becoming aroused as I sit there."Alice, why don't you do that at home?" I say in my best supervisor speech tone. My cock now hard as a rock as I am saying this to her."My husband…he….he doesn't like it when I do that" She says, her voice still slightly breathy from. Peter laughed as he admits that I am correct and he complements me on my dress. I’m wearing a long straight, black dress with spaghetti straps. The dress is very simple and almost demure until you notice the split that came all the way up my left thigh and the deep v made by the back of the dress. I sit down and Peter apparently gets a glimpse up my skirt as he slips my shoes off. At first I am somewhat embarrassed but, watching his reaction, I decide to see if I could give him an erection. I. Set there like a nag. All it held was a handful of crumpled and folded strips of paper."What's that?" I asked, pointing pointedly.Tanya turned away from the stove brightly. "It's this great idea I heard about. It's called your Honey Do Pot. See, what I do is..." I know how they work," I nodded, finally sitting down at the table with my day's first mug of coffee. I then ate a delicious meal, and then Tanya brought it over from the counter and I had to pick. The strip of paper read weed front.