I quivered, staring down at my own juicy fingers. I brought them to my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting Melody's sweet pussy. She tasted so good. I gr...oaned about them.My mother glanced at me. “Minako-chan, don't suck on your fingers.”Flushing, I ripped my fingers out of my mouth. “Sorry, okaasan.”She turned back to Clint, talking with him. She had a hand rubbing his arm, his hand resting on her hip. I shivered at how womanly my mother looked. She never appeared as anything but a parent to me.. Ek baar chacha ke naniyaal me kisi ki death ho gayi jiss vajah se sabko unke naniyal jaana tha. Jaise hi chachi ko iss baat ka pata chala unhone bacho ki padhai ka bahana bana ke khudka jaana cancel karwa liya. As usual chacha ne fir papaji se baat kar li aur mujhe fir se 4 din ke liye unke ghar hi sona tha. Chacha ko agle din nikalna tha morning me. Wo apni packing me busy the aur idhar main aur chachi 4 din maje ki planning karne me. Unka message aaya whatsapp pr: B: khushal tumhe pata hi. I hate road trips. That is, until I took one with Becky. She is married and swears she doesn’t sleep around, but her husband was out of the country on business and this was our chance to get away for a few days. We weren’t going far, just to Atlantic City, but the drive through the Pennsylvania countryside was looking pretty daunting.About two hours into the drive, with the sun going down, I looked over at Becky. She was stunning. She had long dark hair that she wore loose so it hung down. " She blushed a bit and looked down at her knees."Wow, how'd you manage that?" I've been a research apprentice at MU for a while-in number theory," she added cautiously. I jolted myself into a sitting position. She looked a bit concerned, but didn't say anything when it became clear that I wouldn't faint. "Want to see what I'm working on?" I didn't need to answer. She rummaged around in her bag and produced a sheet of paper, on which she started to write in purple ink; her handwriting was big.