Me: (surprised) What is this?Mom: Priya loves pootharekulu( also known as paper sweet and are famous in Andhra Pradesh). Give it to ‘her’.Me: Okey... Bye.Mom: All the best!Railway station was fully crowded because of Krishna Pushkar. I got into my train and compartment is fully packed. I went to my berth and thought of sleeping early. I was unable to sleep as Priya was all over my mind. More than my interview my stay with Priya excited me.She is the daughter of my mother’s elder brother and six. She did this on and off until we reached the motorway, now with the town and traffic behind us she began to tease again but this time the giggling had stopped.She slid forward in her seat, lifted her skirt, put both her feet on the dash and reached between her legs putting her hand down the front of her panties gently rubbing herself. A truck appeared on the inside lane and i pulled out to pass it. Mrs O sat back with her skirt pulled up and white panties on show looking up into the drivers cab. “Fuck that dick up and down my cock.”“Oh, yes,” moaned Georgia.Her bowels squeezed around my dick as she slid up me. I groaned, my heart racing. My head tossed from side to side as she climbed up and up my futa-dick. My toes curled. I let out a groan of bliss, savoring her velvety asshole massaging my dick.She swiveled her hips, her tits bouncing, and stirred my cock around in her asshole. It was an incredible bliss. Than she impaled herself down me. I groaned as she speared herself to the hilt. ." Shh. I want you to meet my sweet and gentle granddaughter. I believe you need sweet and gentle and female right now."Their eyes meet; hers fearful and his compassionate. She nods. His hand takes hers. The contact feels warm and surprisingly erotic, especially when his fingers interlock with hers. Leading her through the partygoers, rich Spanish/American landlords and their mistresses, they exit through the backdoor of the large room to a patio surrounded by a lush garden. The walk continues.