I left the tub and moved next to Carrie as she reached for my dick. Groaning and grunting as Jill ate her out, Carrie slobbered over the head of my co...ck, then inhaled half of it. I tried not to be forceful, but found myself thrusting at her mouth as she sucked. Suddenly, her hips burst up and I pulled away from her mouth as her orgasm roared through the night.Her hands free, Carrie mashed Jill's head straight between her legs, and a deep-throated moan bounced around as her head thrashed back. “Hi, Bill,” the women said to my friend, “glad that you could make it.” “Ann, have you met my friend Colin?” Bill inquired talking to the older woman. “No, I don’t think so,” she said offering her hand, “I’m Ann Caldwell and this is my daughter Cecil,” she said shaking my hand and then turning to usher her daughter toward Bill and I. Cecil also came up, shook my hand with a firm yet feminine grip, and looked me in the eye, something not many young people do. Since I used the terms “older,”. As she came near me, I took her luggage and kept it inside my car and turned towards her. That’s when I properly looked at her.Sajitha aunty was wearing a red saree and there was sindoor on her forehead. She was around her 40s, fair and average-built. She was shorter than me. I gave her a hug. Hugs were not a thing back in our village. But I just hugged her hoping she won’t mind. She didn’t hug me back though. She asked me how I was and thanked me for coming and stuff like that, which I didn’t. "Where in the hell did you find her?" She said as she laughed. "Now I understand why you said you felt like you've known her forever. You should, you were married to her for fifteen years!"As I gaped at her comment, Laura saw my puzzlement and smacked her forehead in disbelief."Don't tell me you didn't see it? She looks enough like Anne that they could pass for sisters. Hell, she even acts like Anne. I've had to catch myself a half dozen times from calling her Annie. I've heard of guys wanting.