" He said."So what are my choices?" I asked. I was really getting tired of prompting him."Yours was 33cc I have a 40cc and a 65cc either would be fine...as a replacement. You might get a little more speed with the 65cc since I could put a larger roller on it." he said."That might be nice when I am in traffic." I admitted."It wouldn't me much maybe five to eight more miles an hour," Blondie suggested."Okay go with the big one. Tomorrow at noon you said?" Yes noon tomorrow," he replied.It was after. My fingers continue to plunge into her deeply. I am fucking her pussy harder and roughly. I tell her to rub her clit while I finger fuck her. With one hand she reaches down and starts to rub herself. Her other hand reaches for me, slipping inside my shorts to grab my hard cock. She is squeezing me, using short strokes. Her concentration is totally on making herself cum. Carolines body starts to tremble, muscles tensing up as she nears her release. I fuck her pussy harder while her clit rubbing. Those made me feel really good. After the bellboy left, both Sandy and I burst out laughing. I turned to her and said, “Did you see the expressions on their faces when I said the honeymoon suite.” She came over to me and gave me one of those wonderful kisses of hers that always warmed my heart. She stepped back and said, “The greatest thing was when he called us Mr. And Mrs. Thompson. My heart was swollen with pride. I can’t think of anything that makes me prouder than being called Mrs.. She apologized and also informed me that of her own she wanted to be a mother. With an expression of shock on my face I said, “Bhabhi, what are you talking about? You and me? You are like a mother to me. How can I fuck you?”“Simple, be a madarchod. (mother fucker).”“Bhabhi, please do not joke.”“I am not joking. Do you wish I go to an unknown man or to a servant or to some nin com poop and allow his dirty cock up into my chut? Do you wish that?”“Stop it. I do not want you to do that and you know.