The chance to even talk to her has become a distant reality or I would prefer to say that my thoughts have assisted those chances to a peaceful demise....At 12.30 a.M, “what were you reading? “, a voice asked from other end. I just looked up to see that she was asking me directly. The light near my berth is the only one that’s visible by the time she asked that question. We had to introduce ourselves formally and she said she had been on to madurai and tirupati via chennai as a part of her boring. I don’t blame them – her tits were amazing.My wife kept her body hair free. Smooth white underarms, soft milky thighs and an ass to die for. Her ass cheeks were heavy and round – though not fat. When she rides me, he bums cause a different kind of vibration on my cock. Her pussy was fragrant and soft. She just loved when I go down on her.For many of our holidays, she had been bold enough to bathe topless and party without panties. My hand creeping up her butts and my fingers reaching her vagina. It was your generic little bar where middle-class people come to drink. The booze is not overpriced, the food is cheap, and nobody cares about the ambiance. After a few drinks, I was having a really nice buzz and major need to pee.I excused myself to the bathroom, completely unaware of what was going to happen there. The bar didn’t have a bathroom in-house. It was in the back detached from the main establishment. As I went in, there were only 2 urinals and one latrine. Someone was already. ’ She said setting the tray down on the coffee table. She poured two cups of tea from the little kettle that was on the tray, she also had some of those little jelly filled cookies on a couple of dessert plates. Once she had her tea ready she sat back in the chair, instead of joining him on the couch. ‘So Bill what brings you over here today?’ she asked. ‘I would first like to say I’m sorry for any pain I caused you over my infidelity and the divorce.’ He said. ‘Well I’m over that.’ She said..