Then she started removing my shirt while kissing me on forehead and face continuously she even hugged me tightly and was continuously kissing me passi...nately and left her whole body over me pressing hard against my face.She pushed me to the SOFA and started to remove her sari and came close to me and said, “I’m ready to BE FUCK BY YOU HONEY” and I smiled. She started to FONDLE my cock to real hard. It was great feeling.She did it until it was as hard as the Rock. I later pushed her on the sofa. I figured in all the running around I missed her so I went back to the room and still no sign but at least it had quieted down next door. I called my wife's cell and that when I nearly passed out. I could faintly hear the distinctive ringtone on her phone that rings when I call coming from the room next door. I stood frozen in a mix of silence and a muffled party next door trying to hear it for sure then voice mail. I couldn't leave a message. I just hung up. I called back but this time. ”“Perfect Mom, can we look at it too?”“Sure. Get back on the phone. Never keep a girl waiting on the phone ... Ever!”Chuckling, I said, “Sure Mom.” I ran back up the stairs skipping two steps with every stride.“Hey. I’m back. Sorry? I was talking to my mother.”“Well?”“Yeah, Come on over any time? We can start work on the Quickstep and then tackle the Cha-Cha and Tango until we’re tired of it. After that, we will take you home by way of Independence Junior High.”“Great X. See you in about thirty. ’ his smile widened as he walked out from behind the desk, ‘follow me, if you will.’ he led them to the elevator. ‘I keep a special room for these occasions,’ he said with a deep smile. The elevator door opened and a very short man who looked an awful lot like Pierre greeted them with a smile. ‘Room Number One,’ he smiled at the man and the small man smiled back knowingly, both turning to smile at the couple. The elevator door opened and he led them down a short hall to a door with a huge.