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 th... 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 we could share the table to which she said, yes.Then we went and had dinner together. The whole time we talked, I. The sheer unadulterated lust she embodied was unbelievable."No... please don't stop John." Janice said huskily. Her head was spinning. The feel of her son's warm fingers, only fueled her desire to get his dick buried deep into her all the more."Don't stop what? Come on mom... say it. You know you want to. You need to say it!"Janice was trying to push her pussy against her son's hand in a desperate attempt to get him to continue his fingering."I... I... I want you to... To... do IT" It? Was is. After the first incident, I rented a room close to Aarti’s residence. She called me whenever her family was away and I fucked her in every pose in every room of her house. At college we would sit on the last bench, I would slide my hand inside her jeans and rub her slow and nice. No one bothered us as they all knew what we were doing.One day I fingered her for more than an hour. She came like 3 times that day. After the class finished, she looked into my eyes like a whore. Then she whispered,. Damn I started getting wet. I heard noises coming from the living room so headed in there. Joe was on the couch watching TV and I sat down beside him, asked where hubby was. He said he had gone to town to get breakfast, town was 15 minutes away (mmm do I have time? Do I care?). We were watching the news and after a few minutes Joe broke the ice and asked me if I had fun last night. I told him I had a ball (4 to be exact LOL). We watched the news for another few minutes and I kinda let my robe.