"Sorry, Jim. Couldn't help it."The funny thing was, I didn't think he cared that much. He'd done the same to me."Save it for Susan, or Heather." Yeah,... right. Like I'm going to get a chance with them."Susan seemed to be interested in older guys, and we hadn't gotten any further with her after that other time."What about Kathy?"I felt him tense under me. I got off and lay on my side watching his face. He looked pissed for a minute, then his face cleared."She's my sister, guy." I know." You hurt. Batra was having his dick stroked by none other than Ashok’s wife Savita Bhabhi in the opposite room. He could still picture those lustful eyes as she made eye contact during the handjob, her soft hands working up and down like a pro while she kneeled naked in front of him, displaying her lovely breasts upon which her mangalsutra rested, which bounced occasionally as she jerked him off vigorously.Of course, it hadn’t stopped there. Ashok took his time so Mr. Batra too took the liberty to. On our trip we wanted to try and see how many countries we could fuck in. The first country we stopped in was France, specifically the south of France, since we hated cold places, and it was our biggest fantasy to have a hot, sensual encounter on the beach. Emma and I used a holiday home, owned by a friend for our first stop. We needed to pick a place for the perfect first international fuck. Emma, being the person she is, wanted it to be romantic. She is a classic bookworm, and enjoyed. And it did. During a break, he sat with me and we talked, and when he finished playing he sat down again and had a drink and we talked some more about music, his gigs, his band. When we were leaving we walked out to the parking lot and over to his van. We stopped, he looked at me and he kissed me. He showed me his van: It’s an old VW and it has an area behind the front seats for his music equipment, and a bench seat in the back that folds down into a bed. We were seated on the bench and started.