We had to stop and get dressed before Uncle Bob returned.That night when I checked my email Mom had written her fourteen-year-old admirer that she no ...ong needed his services. The note was accompanied with a dozen pictures of her exposing herself behind me in Aunt Christine’s garden.When I kissed Mom goodnight she informed me that I was to sleep with her from then on. She said that if she could give me a blowjob in front her sister that she could certainly let me fuck her…that is if I wanted. However, whatever it was that we were doing was enough to get our dicks harder and to increase the desire to want to suck each other even that much more. We fumbled around and after what seemed like an eternity I walked up to him, unzipped both our shorts, hauled out both our hard dicks and started stroking his. He took the hint and before I knew it, we were jerking each other off.After several minutes of heavy, although clumsy foreplay, Spike put my dick into his mouth. He was a little awkward. All those who were staying back moved on to Panchgani in the remaining two buses. Upon reaching our resort, we checked in, and I went out, searching desperately for Mohana.Finally, I found her near the lake garden. She was draped in a navy blue saree with a boat neck blouse. Her eyes had light kajal, and she was using a lip balm on her full lips as I approached.I put my arm around her exposed waist from the side and spoke to her, “Missed you.”Mohana: Ayyo, Ravi, I’m married now.Ravi: That’s why. “Bullshit!” he grinned. “What?” Bob laughed at the surprise and amusement on his new friend’s face. “I met her today in town.” “Please tell me she’s here with a friend,” Spike implored with mock seriousness. “Who? Amy? How should I know,” Bob said with a wave of his hand. “She’s probably here with her boyfriend.” “Oh my God!” Spike leaned forward and put a hand on Bob’s shoulder. “Are you waiting for a written invitation? Dude, she doesn’t have a boyfriend; she’s into you! Big time!” Bob didn’t.