I had to fly to Austin TX to discuss a business decision. Lovely city. Lively music scene. Good food. Lots of beautiful women. But good things end. An... I had to fly home.At the airport, going through TSA I caught sight of a very cute, well built, but much younger woman (I'm in my early 50s) ahead in the line. I tried to get a better look, but no matter which way I tried to glimpse past the other people in line, she kept escaping that better look. Oh well.She got through the scan, and I had to,. Usme 1 girl thi & 6 guys . 3 guys 1 sath us girls k mouth , ass & pussy me jor jorkar dhakke laga rahe the . Didi apne boobs khud hi masal rahi thi . Mera bhi bura haal tha . Rashmi aunt kafi shaant thi & hum dono ko dekh rahi thi . Didi n aunt ki taraf dekha to aunt n pocha ‘ anjali kisi s keh to nhi degi na? ‘Didi n kha ‘ anjali ki chinta na karo …ye 12 ki hai but kafi samajhdar hai …she is my lovely sweet sis …’ ye bol k didi n mere skirt utar diye. Me college ka skirt & shirt pehni hui thi. On the way out, she also wedged the door wide open, so anyone passing by would hear the radio and naturally look inside the room and see me and my upturned ass.After some time, I heard people passing by, and knew that they stopped to look. Most were quite shocked, giggled, and made some rude comments – but did nothing to help me. I heard several of them take pictures. But no one would come inside to help me. Finally, what seemed like forever, a ‘hotel’ service person must have been called. I played with the youngest c***dren, I helped Nguyet in the kitchen. We had a delicious home-made dinner of noodles and dumplings. I watched Nguyet at dinner. She was really lovely, though she wore modest clothing – a sweater and slacks that suggested a fit body and tight ass underneath. I felt what I believed I was intended to feel – total married contentment – but no lust or excitement. I said goodnight to the c***dren and sat in what was apparently my chair in the main room. Nguyet was.