Let’s begin the story. My mother and I went on a trip to Shimla with my mom’s colleague in his car. I will call him ‘uncle’. We left early in ...he morning and around evening, we reached the hotel. There was only one room available at the hotel, so we decided to stay in one room only. We entered the room and freshened ourselves. My mom was wearing a black transparent saree. She then changed into shorts and a t-shirt, in which her nipples were poking out. I and uncle changed into. The bar was in such an uproar with the clamor that I though a riot was going to break out. It lasted for a good two minutes even with the owner trying to get it under control. He finally decided to let it continue as he asked Valerie to get dressed. Since she didn’t have a top to put on he asked her to cover her tits with her hands, which she did gladly with a smile.As the noise settled down enough so that his microphone was finally able to be heard, people started to take their seats and stop. Much like the day before, the last fewpushes practically created shotgun blasts of semen over the entirety ofmy face, as her anus rippled and sputtered whatever drops remained inher rear. She lowered her ass down onto my face and she began to grindher hole on top of me until she reached orgasm at the same time as theboy in her mouth.When she got off my face, I saw that she had even more semen in hermouth. She instructed me to sit up and not to swallow. Then to theecstatic cheers from the crowd,. No wonder I don't see you at school." That and she was a sophomore and I was a freshman. It was odd how much segregation took place by class at school. I'd not thought about it before, but it was true. Except the boys, of course, wanting to date younger girls. "How about after?"After? "I walk home. I usually study until six or so when my parents come home." Want a ride?" I could see her face in my mind, see the merry twinkle in her eye."That would be nice. It's about a mile; a nuisance." Maybe.