I must be down to seconds now but, careful not to let them touch the floor, I slip my black cotton panties over my heels and without pause wad them up...before stuffing them into my mouth.They are soaked with my cum and probably a little sweat and pee from my journey in.I can taste the tanginess of my secretions as the aroma assails my senses.I activate the video chat on my phone before sticking it to the cubicle door with the sucker she so thoughtfully provided.I just manage a final jiggle of. I went inside the hotel where my family was staying. I went to the bride’s room to check if she was awake or not. And damn, she was awake. So I decided to sit with her catch up with our old memories.We talked for a good amount of time catching up with our past and what’s going on in the present. She then noticed my messed up hairs and dress. She asked me where I have been. Well to describe my relationship with her, she has always been my secret holder. She perfectly knows how naughty I can get.. "Madam, you are the one who broached this topic." I said."Sir, you are the one who would like to broach young Hope's virginity," she said. "And such is what caused your father to flee."You, dear reader, may notice how this conversation recurred again and again. It is something I have seen recur endlessly and yet have never understood in my relations with women. They latch on to some perceived wrong and it is voiced again and again, no matter how much or how little it might really be, it never. Me: bhabhi your making me angry.Bhabhi: ooh look who is angry, what will you do, oh wait i know that you can only fuck me that too if am there but am far away from you so i think you masturbate thinking of me, right?Me: really bhabhi you want to test my patience.Bhabhi: I think dirty boys don’t have patience. What you want my lovely bastard?Me: omg it is true sometimes it is very hard to understand ladies.Bhabhi: yeah men will not be men when they see the same ladies remember?Me: ok madam you.