They didn't talk much. Although she had money, the driver gave her 100 francs.Well away from the confusion of the excavations, he dropped her at the C...hambres d'Hôtes Vivrah or guest house in the village of Hazebrouck. The Chambres was a private home in distress. The sons were dead in the trenches, the husband? Unknown.Not that she didn't know the father of her children ... he had gone to the city and never returned; a common occurrence in the recent war.The lady of the house sent Wendy to the. Maybe that blue gown you've wanted, the one that was in that shop window, remember love?Hope all is forgiven.Your ever loving husband."Well, he's managed to do it again!" she thought angrily to herself. "Well, it's not going to work this time!"She made herself a pot of coffee and sat at the kitchen table near the open window and poured herself a cup. The birds were all chirping and the sun was shining into the small room. A beautiful day again and she didn't plan on spending it all day cooped. I could see my Bhabhi’s ass juggling as she rode my brother and my brother pressing her melons. I didn’t want to lose the opportunity and made a video of them. I could see my Bhabhi’s right side boob and her smooth bare back and juggling ass. I transferred the video to my laptop and used to jerk off watching my Bhabhi and imagining her riding me instead of my brother.One bad day I and Bhabhi were alone in the house and we were talking generally. She was wearing a white fitted kurta with a pink. I grabbed them with my both hands and kept in my mouth I chewed the nipples and bitten them with my nipples she reacted to that with heavy breaths sweet moans and moved her hands in my head and plucked my hairs which made me much hornier.She was in a hurry to take my cock so she pushed me over the sofa and removed my pant and jockey and took the 6″ tool into her hands and started stroking it and licking it.I too removed her saree and petticoat she was not wearing a panty and the juices from the.