I saw her lying down in the bed in the hall which was visible through my window.Her husband was in a lungi. He was trying to pull her sari and she was...preventing him from doing so and played with him. Within minutes, they were in each other’s arms and began kissing each other. I was so excited and just could not believe my eyes. My cock had become hard and straight and my lips became watery. My mom and dad were sleeping in the hall. I adjusted myself to get a clear view. Her husband was. He had never once forced the pen into her, but allowed it to descend of it own accord. She did not feel that he was being nice to her or lenient. In fact, she was sure that he intended to hurt her. He proceeded, however, with a thoroughness which impressed her. There was skill in his approach - a meticulous? patience - which suggested both competence and zeal. With a tumultuous twisting in the depths of her belly which forcefully marked her anticipation, she decided that if she were going to. "You know darling, never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that we'd do what we did last night" then she giggled as one of my hands stole up underneath the front of her tee shirt and found a semi erect nipple,"No" I said, "In spite of what I said about wanting you when I saw you at the station mum, I never really thought we'd end up in bed together" Any regrets darling?" None at all mum" Do I take it then that you're going to work here?" Would you like me to?" You bloody know I would" she. Lydia finally got out her sweater and put it on my lap. Slowly unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out stroking it up and down as I get harder and harder. Lydia then stretches out her legs and puts her head into my lap. She is still stroking my cock, now only inches away from her face. The boys behind us start to look in between the seats or sit up into their seats so they can watch. A fiery redhead from across the aisle leans over and watches everything as my wife is stroking my cock right.