I was a bit hesitant as the beggar looked…well… like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. H... looked like he hadnt had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum. The door opened further, the man stepped back, inviting her in with a gesture, silently smiling, knowing. Joyce, despite her many misgivings, gave in to her urge to enter, and did. Closing the door behind her, the man led Joyce to his living room, where he sat on the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, further studying her as she stood just inside the room. He did not invite her to sit, so she stood, facing him, uncertain. ‘Do you know why you came here, Joyce?’ the man asked,. She got shocked and then after 5 mins started kissing her all over.She first hesitated to kiss me but when she heard cruel words from her husband she kissed me passionately I enjoyed it and started removing her clothes and covered her husband’s mouth so that he can’t scream. I removed her bra and kissed her boobs her nipples started hardening they were very good shaped and the nipple was dark then I removed her panty and showed it to her husband her husband was not happy about this she kept her. Maine jane ki tyari kar li jab mein wahan pahuncha toh maine dekha wahan kashmir ki aur jammu ki bahut mast mast ladkiyan aayi thi. Yahan tak maine suna tha kashmir ki ladkiyan bahut chudakad hoti hai ye sochke mein bhi un mere ek kashmiri ladki ke peeche pad gya uska naam Icra tha aur wo bahut sunder thi usme gulabi honth aur gaal bahut hi mast the. Mein hath dokar uske peeche pad gya mein har waqt usse dekhta rehta ab wo bhi samjh gyi thi aur wo bhi aage se haskar smile dene lagi hamara tour.