The doorbell rang and I heard Nicki bringing someone upstairs. The door opened and in walked a guy in his early 60’s a little over weight and lookin... very horny. He wasn’t the bronzed Adonis I had imagined fucking me but I was in no position to complain. He pulled me towards him and started kissing me. His tongue invaded my mouth. He smelt of stale booze. His hands were all over my body. He squeezed my arse and slid his hand up my legs. Within minutes we were on the bed and he was tearing my. I was spent but I used my fingers on her and she loved it. She had a hard climax and she seemed to be content. When I asked, she said that she was ready for the day but that she would expect something more that night. With that, we finished the shower and got dressed.I drove down to the motel lot very early that morning and made sure everything was set. I set all of the timers to begin at 1:00 and made sure that the audio tapes were set for five hour recording. The video was DVD and that would. ”Kruthi: “ Thanks Raj, and you are handsome as fuck and I can see the monster in your pants is giving you a hard time. Give me 5 minutes I don’t want to make that monster wait.”She grabbed my dick and kissed it with my pants still on and she went into the room to change. Meanwhile, I just removed my blazer and shirt and put it on a chair and was sitting on the couch waiting for her. Kruthi came out, a fuckin hot beautiful lady dressed in a white transparent baby doll.I could see her tits. Her old uniform had long since gone away. In addition, she wasn’t the same exact size she was back in those days. Her ‘girls’, in particular, had filled out in the intervening years, growing from modest bumps topped with red ripe strawberries into full fledged cantaloupe sized masses of soft, deliciously pliable flesh. They had certainly served her and her lovers (including her current one) very well since they had ‘grown up’. Although the term was pretty crude, ‘fun bags’ was an apt.