My boss said if I kept up the job I was doing, he would put me on full time when he had an opening.”He still had the long hair, and beard, but they ...ere neatly trimmed, and his clothes, though worn, were clean, and he had on brand new boots. I shook his hand, and Jen hugged him. He wanted to show us something, so we followed him, Jen walking ahead. I asked him in a low voice if the sobriety was sticking. He blushed. “I’ve slipped, twice. My sponsor got me the first time, my boss the next. He. My big tits swung and jiggled as they dangled beneath me. In one swift motion, he grabbed his shaft of his big cock and placed the big, mushroom head at the entrance to my dripping vagina. Then he slammed his hips forward and drove his prick deep, deep into my pussy. I let out a shriek, followed by a low moan as my cunt quickly acclimated to the size of his massive head & shaft. With one hand on my hip, and one on my swinging boobs, he continued to jackhammer his rock-hard dick into me from. Then I buried my face between Sara’s boobs and squeezed both her tits from the side. They smelt really nice. I did the same with Diksha’s boobs also. I put both there boobs next to each other and ran my hand over them. I took Sara’s right boob and Diksha’s left boob together, touched there nipples together and put both the nipples in my mouth and sucked them together.I was playing with these drunken chicks bodies for almost 10 mins and thought that the boy would come back. I got their clothes. He was old, slim with a white beard grown till his chest. He had the looks of a typical sadhu that I had seen in the Bollywood movies. He was wearing a saffron colored dhoti which was torn at places and was bare above the waist.He asked me to sit down on the wheat husk-bed. He said, “Beti, your clothes are wet. You will catch cold. I will give you my wife’s clothes and you can change if you want to.”I was feeling so cold in those clothes and agreed at once. He opened the suitcase and found a.