.what's going on?" I'm not sure, but I think I've got an idea. But I don't know where our car is. Do you remember? Think, girl, think!"Suddenly a smil...e formed on Melissa's face. Claire's heart ached with joy as she gazed at the deep blue eyes, the full, red lips, the soft blonde curls framing that loving expression."Right there?" Melissa said, with just a touch of hesitation in her voice. She was pointing at a yellow 1948 Ford Convertible."Of course! Old Betsy! How could I have forgotten?". Hurry!" Wow, I pulled around the corner and parked at the curb and made my way to room 213. She opened the door, still wearing only the panties. She was in her mid fifties. About five foot six maybe one hundred twenty to thirty pounds. Blonde hair blue eyes. Her hair cut and the way she acted made me think she was some kind of business person, rich white bitch. I walked in and she closed and locked the door. We both looked at each other and then embraced and started kissing. Her hands were. This ended, abruptly, my brief fantasy of a business trip bang with this hot Bengali dish. We chatted for a while over tea. Before Mr Hossain insisted on my joining them for dinner at their home.I accepted as I had no better plans, knew no one in Dhaka and did not feel like spending lonely hours in the hotel.As we were getting into their car, Mr Hossain received a call on his mobile and after a heated and short conversation with the caller; he apologised to me and said he had to rush off to. Mene jaise hi press kiya wo talmala uthi aue moing krne lagi uuuuuuuummmmmm aaaahhhhh me hath hataya aur pucha kya huwa to qo kahne lagi accha lagne ki awaz ye bolne pe mene use aur press krne laga aur uske blouse ke hok khol diye aur kiss krte krte niche lita diya wo mast mood me thi uske pink soft bobs muje ko kiss kya wo mere sir ko utha ti aur lips pe smoch krti is se me cntrol kho baitha aur eject hogaya mera aur me ne uski sadi aur lahanga utardiya wo sirf ab black colour panty me thi.