Then I noticed her half naked body. Her wet yellow thin blouse could not hold her white bra with big nipples that were sticking out. She wiped off her...body but the cloths were wet and cold. I could not offer her my wife’s cloth. She was still shaking like hell. I gave her one of my fatua and a lungi to change her clothes. She did not have a choice but to change. I asked her name she was Bindiya about 20 to 21 years old.She was not an extreanly beautiful girl but fairly ok with a voluptuous. I felt like an ass when I told her "I was gonna be in New York for the weekend" ,so I asked If we could get together Thursday. " Of course" she replied "I haven't missed a day of work all year time for a sick day." We agreed on meeting at a motel near my side of town.Thursday morning came and I got a 7 am morning wake up call asking where the motel was. I told her where it was and said she wanted to meet up at 9 am. I quickly started to get ready then realized I need to take a little extra time. The cold damp night penetrated deep into my bones. I didn't want to look weak in front of her, so I fought the shivers.It didn't look like the cold was getting to her at all. She didn't have enough cloth on her to make a decent snot-rag, but she looked comfy. Her cheeks were rosy. Whatever threw her off her game earlier was gone. She was gettin into her groove."Whatever you like, Daddy," she said. It was beyond sexy. I knew it was an act, but I didn't care. She writhed and undulated in the. His hard cock was nudging against my sticky wet pussy. I opened my legs so that tip of his cock slipped a little between my parted lips. “Oh you do want me to fuck you?” He smiled again. He was moving his hips gently so his cock was lightly stroking against my engorged clit. He was making me brave. I rocked on the bed gently to meet him. I was so slippery I knew it wouldn’t take much and I opened my legs wider and wrapped my legs around him. We both gasped as his cock had no choice but to.