A couple of days after this incident, she texted me on Tinder, saying she saw me at a pub. Initially, I thought she was just messing with me. I asked ...er to describe the place and the songs that were being played. She got that right and also mentioned what I was wearing and where I was seated.The obvious question I then asked her is why she didn’t come to speak to me if she was sure it was me. She said she tried but couldn’t gather the courage to approach me as I was in a big group.I was. “Does she know? Bahu?” Surender asked again.“No, babuji,” Avantika moaned“Should we call her?” Surender asked and looked up to see her expression.Avantika should have been startled by that request. But she was rather surprised, and Surender noticed that. Avantika didn’t know what to reply.“Gayatri!” Surender shouted, and now Avantika felt a bit startled.“Why are you calling mom?” Avantika asked, trying to step back.“Shhh, because you have a special request,” Surender said, holding her.“What?”. The sensation of my cock sheathed in her glorious pussy was overwhelming. The sheets bunched at my knees and elbows, soaked through with our sweat. I actually couldn't tell the difference between my desperate panting and hers. We shared a giggly smile as I mopped her wet hair from her forehead. Scarlett puffed into my face, her warm breath still fresh with the scent of toothpaste. "Oh, Will. I'm going to come again!" Her lithe body clenched uncontrollably against mine as Scarlett’s orgasm. Several minutes went by before I felt a hand touch my right breastimmediately followed by a second hand caressing my left breast as well.It seemed so strange to not even hear the slightest sound showing me howeffective the sensory deprivation hood really was.The hands moved to my collar and after a couple of moments a hand reachedthe back of my head and helped me to sit up, which made sure I knew I wasstill well-plugged. My legs were guided over the side of the bed and Iwas urged to stand atop.