Not to mention the bush. The carpet did indeed match the drapes. Nothing like a little gingerbread during Christmas. I started rubbing it slowly. I sp...t on it. Ms. Christina must've enjoyed that. She let out a little giggle after I did it. I then placed both my fingers in slowly. She started moaning instantly."Ahhh, fuck!" she moaned. I then tasted the gingerbread. I moved my tongue along her pussy and sucked her clit like my own candy cane. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pushed. Her body was well toned and a good pair of breasts that clung to her lyrca top wanting to escape. As Karen got off the couch she stumbling and fell towards me i jumped to stop her fall.She turned to me closing her eyes to kiss to which i responded but known i had to get out ofthis.When our lips parted i gave her a peck on the cheek and told her i was going to bed. I wasnt in bed long thnking about what had happened i knew that while i wanted to respond it was the wrong place in my mind. The. After about two hoursof driving, touching and talking we arrived at the hotel. It was dinner time, we checked in. In Italy when checking in all theguests must present an ID and we did, both our licenses, me as I am andmarina as a man in jacket and tie with his real name, Marco. The clerklooked at us and the ID's, longer at Marina and her ID, we both signedour respective registration cards for the Italian police and I got thekey and we went up to the room. What I immediately noticed was the. Bhabi said- These are clothes, why are they getting so upset in them.I said - Bhabi, I feel ashamed to wear them in front of my brother.Bhabi said - when you will get married, what will you not wear?I bid - then it is something else.Sister-in-law said, Ja, I do not talk to you.I felt that Bhabi got angry, so I hag Bhabi and said- well, I will wear the same clothes as you say… Just don't be angry.Bhabi said with a laugh - Go, give water to your brother.When I went to brother's room, brother.