As we approached the lay by i could just work out through the darkness that there were a couple of cars already there and a two or three men milling a...ound. I slowly drove the car into the open and stopped on the opposite side to the cars that were already there. We were both nervous and unsure of what to do next when one of the men who was milling around came toward us. He came right up to the car and put his face against the passenger window peering inside. I asked Mrs O if she was still up. She started asking some further question about my work and family and all. She got surprised that I’m living alone in Nagpur. She was showing sympathy on me and was saying how poor I’m & all the stuff. Then I asked about her she said she lives with her in laws and children. So I thought she forgot to tell me about her husband and then I inquired about him. She said her husband is working in kuwait as engineer. He used to visit nagpur once in 3 or 6 months. She said we both were some how on same. I glanced up at Matt and caught him, once again, ogling my cleavage and nipple bumps, and I gently nudged his crotch with my elbow to get his attention. He shifted his gaze from my tits to my face with a sheepish grin, and I smiled up at him, then reached over with one of my hands to covertly massage his cock through his slacks. My gestures were hidden from the crowd by all the bodies crammed in around us. I found his shaft with my fingers, and began running my hand up and down the outline of. "Okay."And with that, she rolled up the window and drove away.She had to masturbate that night, when she got home. Roger had fallen asleep in his recliner, so she didn't wake him when she got into bed. She had to masturbate, but once she'd cum, she fell into a deep sleep.Somehow, that brief interlude lasted her almost a month. Oddly, the urge to masturbate while thinking about him didn't hit her as often as it had.The desire to see him again, though, was suddenly strong one day, so she left a.