The cart appeared soon and Uday told that had to the Mukteswari Temple first otherwise it might be reported by the cart driver in the ashram. Maya w...s not very happy though listening to this, but felt happier as Uday sat very close to her within the cart. Unlike her first boring cart ride yesterday to the fair, it was more adventurous one for sure. She was thrilled like a teenage girl as she noticed the cart driver was not facing us as he guided the bullocks. Uday and Maya sat right. Sowjanya let out the loudest moan and threw her head back against my chest. I looked over her shoulder and saw her bouncing breasts and my hand buried in her panties. I held her like that for a while, kissing her neck and sucking on her earlobe as she constantly moaned and shook in my arms. My fingers driving her over the edge, her ass grinding back against my throbbing cock. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to taste her.I dropped to my knees behind her and tugged her panties down her sexy. I took off and went the few blocks to where he told me his car was parked. He had me pull up next to a shiny black, four door, 1957 Chevy Bel Air.I stopped, turned it off and pulled it up on it’s stand. “Wow, what a cool car! I love it! How long have you had it?”“My parents gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday, about eight months. I love it also,” he said with a huge grin.Then we had another somewhat nervous pause in our conversation.“Well, I guess I had better get going,” I eventually said,. On this particular day, though, it seemed to me that I was more expressive about my sorrow than my nineteen year-old daughter was. That was strange, because I had always had the impression that she loved her mother more, evidenced by her joy when Anita came home almost every year. Maybe it was just resignation, I told myself, and perhaps a little of anger.The anger I could empathize with - Anita had missed our anniversary this year, and she would be missing Neem's (my nickname for her) birthday.