Many times I masturbated thinking of her. Now I am moving forward to the plot of the story it was starting of the holidays for durga Puja my friends w...re excited to return home and so me too. My friends left to home early but I could not because there was rush in the railways so I had to be alone in the house for 3 days it was a big headache for me because now there was a big problem for food. Both my friends left the house on the morning to catch their train was alone in my house there came a. The guy had his hand under her skirt and was fingering her. I couldn't see exactly how but could tell what he was doing.An anonymous blow job was better than jerking off so I was pretty happy. The guy motioned to the door and they both straightened up. I saw a male with a flash light and work vest, walk down one side of the rows, across the front of the seats. He stopped for a second and said something to the female sitting down front. She sat up in her seat and the guy walked to the other side. And then he heard the ground creaking. Cracking. Crumbling. The whole building trembled as a spiderweb of black cracks appeared on the ground beneath his fingertips. The cracks spread further as he wrenched upwards, standing from a kneeling position. His arms trembled as he hefted the entirety of his headwoman’s house above his head. Plaster rained down. So did sparks and bits of thatch. One window flung open and a shattered collection of pottery came raining out.The knot of demons gaped up at. His gaze was like he was trying to decide which one he wanted to eat first.I giggled and moved away saying, “Dirty old man.” He laughed and replied, “What did you expect dressing like that?”“How do I look now uncle?” I asked as I adjusted the flowers in my hair and turned to him. His eyes tracked the entirety of my body, from my toes to the tip of my hair. He replied, “Like a bride on her suhaag raat.” I could not help but laugh, “dirty old man,” and added, “Well, isn’t that what your idea is.