Everyone was silent and busy in their world. Reddy wasn’t even eyeing my wife now. My mind was filled with flashbacks of last night. And what the he...ll happened in the washroom.I got down from my berth. Kavita didn’t even look at me, neither did Reddy. I sat there for a few minutes and started packing my bag because we had almost reached Delhi.As we reached the station, Reddy was the first to get down, then the other guy.“Kavita,” I tried to talk to my wife, but she just stormed out of the. It was heavy on the cleavage, and tight around the waist. It had a little frill around the bottom giving a bit of bounce to the bum as she moved. When she finally composed herself and sat down beside me, we really hit it off. I bought us both drink after drink, and we talked and laughed and got a little handsy. About an hour later we both decided we were into this and I offered to take her back to my place. She agreed.As we walked out of the bar, a text came through on my phone. It was my. “But what of England, sire? Shall we turn away from England and become a free duchy then, with no allegiance to the English Crown? Or shall we remain loyal to King Edward the Second, though all of England hath revolted against him? Whom shall we serve? You alone, milord, or someone else, if not Mortimer and the Queen?” another of the city fathers asked me now.“What’s your name, good fellow?” I confronted him now.“I am called Hugh Renard, milord. Well, sir, what shall we do?” he continued. She raises her legs a bit, allowing her to cross her ankles behind my head, forcing me farther into her. My tongue goes crazy, lapping at her pussy, capturing her juices and creating more. I slip back to her clit, and gently bite it, rubbing it between my teeth as she thrashes on my face. She pulls me farther into her, and I know she’s about to come. I increase the pressure on her clit, increasing the speed of my tongue some more. “Oh, God. Yesss. Ohhh, yess… right there….Uhhhhh.