I won’t tell anybody. She became happy and thanked me. But now the problem was whom to have sex with. We still had to decide.Two days later, we got ... call from our relative that their daughter was getting married next week. They invited us to attend the wedding. That night, I booked train tickets to Mumbai. The day arrived and we set off. My mom still hasn’t had sex and I thought probably we could do it in Mumbai. The train we boarded was a special express and it was practically empty. Two. I peeled open the banana while I was walking and took a bite. It tastedway better than I remembered bananas tasting. I'd always liked bananas,but if they had always been like this, I would eat them more often.There was a cheer of victory from Harry as I rounded the corner to theden and a sigh of frustration from my Dad. He had clearly lost in somegame I had never seen before. It must have been a Christmas present forone of my brothers earlier this morning.Dad saw me enter, and with a smile,. "I picked her up and carried her to bed. She was ready to fuck and John helped get her that way I knew and was thrilled. I wondered which of us she was fucking in her mind. It was for sure that John and my wife thought about each other now in sexual terms as well as professional. I mean hell, how could they not?For the first meeting Monday, the meeting with the picture of us fucking, Dani had dressed in a business suit. That wasn't the style at our office, we are pretty casual. For the second. But when mom came back I tried to read her a little and she seemed very very fresh and happy. Apparently she got all her shopping done, my bong mother. At dinner I was scanning her intently, it was pretty easy, here’s why: she was wearing a light blue sleeveless nighty with a very low cut cleavage; her voluptrous brown figure was bulging in all the right places for a juicy bengali mother..she wasn’t wearing a bra so her nipples were also showing a little through the thin fabric and her juicy.