.. yes it’s me". "Hello Vicki". Mary replied. Vicki tilts her body, places her left hand on her hip extends her right arm bending her wrist and says... “OOOOH I didn't think you would remember me." "Are you staying here?" Vicki asked. "Whaaaat?" Mary blurts out. "ARE YOU STAYING HERE, at the Wellington” a somewhat annoyed Vicki asks. Stuttering, Mary replies, "Yyees…yes here ...at the Wellington”. "OMG me too," says Vicki. Vicki giggles and asks, “What room she asks? Mary replies,"424” "OH MY. I had definitely frightened her, but not in the way I’d intended!She screamed “What the fuck are you doing, you little shit, how dare you spy on me?”“Calm down”, I said, “I only wondered what was happening, because I heard sounds from your room”“ That doesn’t explain why you’re standing there wanking your cock” she said, staring at my throbbing erection, which was pointing accusingly at her perky nipples, dripping a slimy thread of precum from it’s swollen head.“I’m not going to tell, if you’re. Even if I had cum hard, my cock never went soft. I was so turned on that I felt tingles all the way out in my finger tips. when I put my hands on her naked thighs, it felt like electric shocks. Mrs. K was pretty spent after her orgasm(s) and collapsed on top of me. I kept thrusting up into her and could hear how wet and sloppy her pussy was. She looked at me and started to kiss me. We kissed deeply and her tongue was deep into my mouth. It was the best kiss I had ever had, very passionate. Mrs.. So finding a bus or any mode of travel was very difficult. And since it was decided at the last minute that we’d go, we also didn’t have time for the reservation. As the journey was only 2-3 hours, we decided to go on an unreserved bus.Ammi was wearing a golden color salwar kameez which was pretty decent, nothing much special. As we reached the bus stand getting a bus itself looked daunting forget getting a seat. After waiting for about an hour, we got the bus going to our destination.Without a.