I asked her to which place she was traveling and she confirmed she is also bound for Coimbatore where her parent's house was. To my enquiry she said h...er name was Vasuki. She was married and settled in Chennai. Her husband was an officer in a company and she had a son and daughter both studying in college and a daughter in school. She was traveling alone to attend a function and her husband and children would join her later. When I asked why she undertook travel alone when she had fever, she. She now had the look of terror and confusion on her face. She saw no one over her. Like a rag doll Andrew sat her up and pulled her dress up over her head and off. He flung it onto the table. For a small framed girl she had he nicest hard tits well in proportion to her body. He pushed her down onto her back and mounted her. He fucked those tight little titties with his cock. Being so long it bashed her chin with every thrust. He opened her little mouth and his cock could barely fit. He fucked. She started the thoroughbred of a racing engine and while waiting for it to warm up she opened the vanity mirror. While making her last necessary touch ups, she calmly leaned to one side and broke wind. It sounded much like a grizzly bear getting kneed in the groin. She opened the window, closed the mirror, and sped away hoping the stench didn’t linger on her clothes. She reached the restaurant and there he was waiting outside for her. She stared up and down at his 6’3′, 190 pound perfectly. Even with my somewhat hard thrusting, I didn't disrupt their intimacy, and Whitney even began cheering at her daughter.I did get to see both of their heads moving somewhat because of me, which painted an even better picture of the whole scene. I couldn't help it, I already knew they were close, and I was close to Whitney, but she showed signs of something if she forgave us and wanted in too."I love you, Morgan," Whitney stated, caressing her head. "Feel mommy's pussy too. Feel your other mom.