.Thori hi dair bad mujhy tv lounge say awaz aii to main nain Abdullah say pucha k tv daikhnain chalain neend nahi aa rahi..wo khush ho gay or bola k c...alain bhai chaltay hain..bahir gay to dekha k Ayesha tv daikh rahi hai..wo mujhy daikh k hansi or boli k soay nahi neend nahi aa rahi kya.main nain bola k ab neend kahan aati hai.yeh sun k ahm ahm ki awaz nikali or Abdullah ki taraf daikha.. Abdullah hamaray darmayan baith gya or tv daikhnain laga..Jeeto Pakistan show chal raha tha..Abdullah tv. Is there some place around here where I can pee? I really have to go.” He put his hands in his pockets and looked around. “Sure,” he said. “You can pee anywhere you want. That’s what I do.” “Oh my God!” she thought. “This guy really is a Bodine.” Aloud she said, “Seems kinda public, don’t you think?” “Gimme your tent. I’ll throw it over the tractor wheels and seat, and you can pee under there, he replied. He grabbed the tent by one corner and started to drag it over toward the tractor. . "I sure wish we had some lube," she said. I told her that I'd brought a large bottle of baby oil, expecting to be on my own while they enjoyed each other. She went into my backpack and came back with the bottle, then told me to bend over again. Remembering our agreement to try absolutely anything, I obeyed. She rubbed some baby oil onto her hands, then began fingering my ass and stroking my cock and balls while he watched. Then she took one hand and began stroking him as well.When we were. ‘Quiet!’ she admonished me. ‘You mustn’t say things like this, not here.’ I knew she was right. I was angry—angry at the system, our governments, life—and I wanted to vent. Through it all, though, I realized what she meant. I knew that if I kept saying what I wanted to say, I might get arrested. I would get jailed here, or at best deported and maybe jailed in the States. Either way, my chances of seeing Felicita again would be zero. She led me back to the street. I had made enough of a scene.