“What the hell are you guys doing?” and started to cry. She did not expect me to be this kind of a guy and she thought Rekha was like my aunt and ...id not expect this from us.I told Rekha to convince my mom and ran into the bathroom getting scared of her. She went near her and started convincing her. My mom is 48 years of age, good looking. Her name is Seema, big bulky boobs a big tummy and a really plumpy ass like the ones in the videos in porn.I once had seen her boobs without her bra as I had. At least not that I could decipher. People ate when and where they wanted. Ditto drinking.The nightly entertainment was low key -- soft jazz, danceable tunes in another lounge. It wasn’t like a shipload of new passengers was boarding every Sunday, nothing like that. These cats were seasoned travelers, used to first class treatment.During the day, I worked out on the elliptical. Swam laps. Took massages. Power naps. Had my hair and nails done.Walker was on his own. We’d meet back in our suite. "Head towards the door." I paused for a moment and thought over my situation. While my hands and feet were still unbound, any attempts at escape would undoubtedly end with my throat getting slit. I closed my eyes and thought harder, hoping to think through everything to see the best path. ?Move it, girl,? yelled the woman, ?unless you want your daddy to get your head in a box for Christmas.? The image sat in my head for a brief moment before I shook it away, but not before a. I let her press my face down to her cunt, my tongue outand probing, finally finding her sweet pussy weeping cream for me. Ilicked her as dry as I could then spread her lips with my fingertips.My lips found her clit and I sucked it between them. Gaby’s upperbody was bucking and rotating back and forth. I could hear herpanting rapidly. So I stopped.I pulled back and looked up at her, “is mommy doing this right, baby?Does this feel good to you? Is your nasty fuck hole all tingly?”“Oh god,.