Her left hand caressing her thigh lifting up ever so often that her fingers trail over her luscious flesh. Her right hand softly cupping her bosoms th...n moving her fingers over her hard nipples pinching them softly as she delights in what her actions are stirring between her husbands loins. Her fingers taunting me as she playfully let them run closer towards her juicy vagina but diverting just before they reach it towards her mouth. Over her lips then in her mouth as she lathers them with her. Aaaaah fuck me jetha ji come on…. Aaahhh oooohh fuck mu ass…. Faaad daalooo….Jetha :- ha babitaaaa jiiii mai bhi….Then dono aise hi jhad jaate hain…Fir kapde pehen kar apne compartmnt me jaate hai… Waha sab soye the.. Daya bhi….Ab dono ek kiss kar ke so jaate hai…Raat ke 3 baj rahe hai doosre compartmnt me gogi ke neend khul jaati haii… Wo dekhta hai ke… Uske papa (sodhi) ka lund uski mummy (roshan) le haath me hai aur uske mummy ke boobs bahar hai..Sodhi thoda hilta hai to gogil dar ke so jata. Normally her duties were ‘poking cream into dog-nuts arses’ as she so neatly put it. That day as usual, I had the kettle on for her, tea the English restorer, silently I presented it to her, and she excepted it gratefully. We hardly needed words, 40 years we`ve been together, and we know one another that well. She didn’t need to tell me that she had just been had once again by that bastard Petrov, he had left his tell-tale hicky on her neck to reinforce his hold on us all, he being the polish. Every day for months Laurence had started the day running through rain or shine to start and her parents had obviously thought that today would be no different.So after a light breakfast, we changed into our kit, warmed up and jogged off into one of the network of single track paved roads that seem to crisscross the vineyards in this part of the world. For the most part they are car free and hidden from view of the casual traveller. The air was fresh with a slight dew on the plants. The smell.