In Shatabadi Express it was a nice journey to Delhi. As soon as I reached Delhi somebody from our office came to pick-up me from the station. He took ...me to the Hotel where room booked for me. I fresh up and headed to our Delhi branch. There I met our branch head Mrs Banerjee. She asked me to sit down and enquired about my travel and halting arrangements. She called somebody through the intercom and a little while a beautiful woman entered to her cabin. She said “Karan, meet Mrs Handa, she is. Now, i could see only the hairy ass of the invader, which was moving slowly. His right hand was between his thighs, perhaps griping his cock and guiding it to mom?s open cunt. His hands remain there for long, which i later learned that he was running the tip of his shaft along the length of mother?s pussy.After a while, i saw him lifting his ass in the air, his hand holding his cock and positioning it at the entrance of my mom?s pussy. Slowly, his hard on moved inch by inch inside my mother?s. The eyes were very dark and contained very little detail, compared to the rest of the carving. There were small slits on each side of the neck. On the side of her ankles were what I assumed to be fins. On the bottom of the carving was the word, "Nymph".The statue was very well done and it got my mind to thinking. It looked very much like the woman that had been in my boat. I decided that I had to buy the statue and maybe I could begin some investigation into how the artist had come up with the. He hands were on her breasts massaging, rolling the nipples, sucking them into his hot mouth until the pain subsided. She leaned into his shoulder as he put his arms around her and held her to his naked chest. Are you OK pet? Yes, sir. Her voice still shaky as she spoke, her mind still floating in the sexual high. It is time to clean up pet. He said as he reached out for the larger dildo lying on the bed. Now lets go into the bathroom and clean you up so that we can continue. He took her hand.