Clamoring out her second orgasm, Ramola reachedfrantically down around her own buttocks with both hands and seizedthe deflating balls pressed into the...now shallow valley of her anus.She began to squeeze and wring them to force everything into her asher legs jerked out high in the air."Give it to me, all of it!" she begged, her words muffled by thetongue still swabbing the inside of her mouth. The hot walls of hercunt still milked at his jerking cock hungrily until at last he gaveone final. Neema and Arun, though not the traditional couple, chose to stay in one of these shacks. They really wanted to be adventurous during their honeymoon and opted for the shacks that had no fixed doors.Only a very thin transparent fabric covered the entrance, and anybody could see through. Even the bathroom, on the side of the room, had no fixed walls.It was as if the hotel management encouraged the guests to look inside the other rooms. Anybody who wanted to, could just stand by the non-existent. He does, now and then, you know."We had a good time last weekend, shopping, didn't we?" he said."Yes we certainly did," I said. I remembered how pretty his hairhad looked teased up and sprayed, and how amused I was, listeningto him discuss his periods with a completely strange woman, onewoman to another."And I've come to your bed night after night since then, haven'tI?"I just held on as tight as I could. There was nothing I could say."And we've made love each time," he said. I sensed he was. Once again I was wrong, she always took her watch when it was time. I guess chivalry had been rubbed out.The first night and the next day we saw squat. The next night; however, we found a Chinese angle. I almost blew my wig when I saw who was visiting Mr. Marks. It was the deputy Chief of Coppers, an aide to his Honor the Mayor and the assistant District Attorney. Sarah was snapping pics of all the grease balls being met, in person, by Marks. Those pics were gonna torpedo more than one.