“You don't think I'm bad because I like to touch myself?”“Of course not, sweetheart. Everyone does it.”“Even you, Daddy?” A mischievous sm...le popped across her lips. “Is that why you're so hard right now? Did I interrupt?”“No, no, just morning wood,” I told her, my ears burning hotter. “It happens to guys.”“I was giving him a handjob,” my wife said. “And, yes, you did interrupt. But that's okay. Now what's so strange about your pussy?”“Well, my hymen's gone. And I feel so...open down there. I. I had no choice. Otherwise, I’d have gone by train. It’s better”, she replied.“Agreed!” and we shared a chuckle.Slowly we started talking and then I came to know that her name was Riya and she was a divorcee (YAY!) and was traveling to Mumbai to have fun over the weekend. She liked traveling but always preferred trains.“I like meeting and exploring new people”, she said with a naughty smile. Soon it was dinner time and the bus stopped at a Dhaba and we went down to have dinner. I asked her if. I am not sure what to do, as I have seen you pull back a little, the nerves mounting. The shot girl standing on the bar in front of me seems to realize this, so she starts pouring the shots for me on your right shoulder, and then down to your breast. This seems to relax you a little, as I am licking on your right shoulder/breast, and the other guy is on your left shoulder. They keep pouring small shots onto you as we keep licking them off. Soon, we are both licking at your nipples, and you. Once we sat down in taxi madhus thigh was touching mine I didn’t care to move away. His first words were “ I like you better in saree”. I gave a weak smile and explained to him why I don’t wear saree to go out for shopping. Madhu wanted to buy little things so we went into shopping mall. He was buying a strap for his watch. The old fellow at the shop hesitantly asked madhu “sir if you don’t mind can I say something”? madhu nodded and the fellow said. You both are made for each other sir. Very.