The tingle goes straight to my pussy.’ A pair of headlights rounded the curve in front of us, I figured Betty would duck and cover. She just returne...d her hand to her lap and rubbed herself lightly. ‘Is it a car or a truck?’ She asked. ‘A car.’ I replied. ‘The headlights are to low to the ground for a truck.’ She giggled and said, ‘Damn, I wanted someone to see me playing with myself.’ I grinned and said, ‘There’ll be other chances.’ The car was approaching us and nearly alongside when she. Nevertheless, I also didn’t want to leave Janet sitting at home. So, I called her and asked her if she wanted to meet us at TRIAs. She said, “Wow – to whom do I owe the honor? You’d never take me to a place that expensive.”I said, “A vendor is paying for it and we are going to be talking business. But I didn’t want to leave you out if you want to go.”She said, “I’d love to go, especially if we aren’t paying. I assume you want me to dress up.”I said, “It’s just a vendor but let’s see if you can. Becky had shared that the only man she ever had been with was her husband. It was only in the last few years that she began to wonder about what she was missing. Then her best friend confessed that she was having an affair. Becky began to hear about the wild sex her friend was having and she was envious. That is how she came to be on X-hamster.Ken had now put two fingers deep in her pussy and was rubbing her clit as the waitress returned with the wine. Her dark eyes sparkled as she placed the. I was confident that she liked me and that the eve went pretty good. So, I was back in my hostel room and it was around 11:00 pm now. I text her about how great she looked tonight and the dress complemented her so good. She also complimented me on my attire and stuff and sent me a wink and a kiss smiley. After few talks I learnt that she was basically a south Indian but her parents resided in a gulf country (Oman). Her father was an hotelier and she wanted to pursue journalism from India.It was.