..so there is no way we can fuck."I laughed and laughed when she said it. "Oh.....that's why we can't fuck? Okay baby.....whatever you say." She laugh...d too.We went back to my room. She was much drunker than I was. We sat in the dark on my couch and listened to old country songs. There were a few candles lit and a blue light bulb in a lamp on top of the t.v. The sun was all but gone and it was very dim.We started kissing. She knew how to use her tongue. Her teeth clacked against mine and her. As soon as the hookah was ready, she set it on the nightstand, at the immediate right of the bed, while I sat down on the side of the bed, facing her. She gave me a sexy smile, held up her right index finger, and opened the drawer of the nightstand. A few seconds later, she pulled out a tongue ring. As soon as I saw it, I felt my fuckstick throb. She put the tongue ring in, handed me the pipe, put her hands on my shoulders, and guided me down onto my back. I began to slowly inhale as she got in. The boy was supposed to leave next day afternoon. Next day my wife felt better and told us that she will accompany us as it was the last day of our tour and for the boy had to collect his samples. She wanted to help him in collecting his research samples. As she cannot wear any tight pants for an injury she wears a skirt and white shrugs. We went to one big cave place where we need to get down at least 1000 steps to see the Shiva temple. As she cannot go down they stayed and we moved down. They. I sat on table together with my cellmates we had a simple chat, for my life out of here, why i am here ,ecc. They were mostly asking and I was answering shortly. I noticed a lot of people were looking at me while eating , but I thought its normal cause I am a new guy, a bit different looking(long hair, etc.).After lunch a big fat guy came to me. - Whats your name sweetie? he asked. -Angello. I said quietly looking down into the ground. -Nice name, would you mind If i call you Angellica? I think.