Things are not too bad.Behind us they chat.„Enjoying it, Mrs. Marchbanks?“„Yes, thank you. A most unusual experience.“A little laugh. „I sup...ose so. Where you come from anyway.“„Yes indeed.“ The woman’s voice sounds almost prim. „The young ladies in my part of the country don’t go around showing their backsides quite so flagrantly...“Dear God... she actually spoke as if we enjoyed doing so.„Here, they haven’t got much option,“ says Miss Renata.„Ah no, I suppose not...“We are going up a slight. Her black bra was seen from her white suit. Then we reached a good hotel to have a break in our journey in Delhi for lunch and some rest.Ruchika asked her mom for drinks as she won’t get these things in her hostel. Her mom agreed. After some time of having lunch, I came to the room with some alcohol bottles.Her mom was looking like an apsara in her violet silky nighty. I was checking her out while she was going to the washroom. Suddenly I came to my senses. Then I took one bottle and went to. I let out a quiet groan as you give it a playful squeeze. Trying to not draw attention I work a finger in to your wet panties and start to move it along your pussy. I find your clit and give it a light rub. I feel your knees give a little at the touch. “Careful you wouldn’t want all these people to know what a naughty girls you are.” I say as I start to work my finger into your tight wet pussy. Not to be out done you move your hand to my zipper and pull it down. I feel you work you hand into my. My legs are nice, too, they've filled out from the sticks they used to be and so have my hips. There's curves where there used to be a straight road, if you get my drift.And I was feeling sexy all the time. Yes, I masturbated, had since I first figured out how nice my pussy felt when I rubbed around on it, then put my finger inside. By now I'd put a number of things inside me except for the one thing that I really wanted inside me. Can you guess what that is?Yes, that's something I hadn't done.