”Iwan’s home was a picture-book Welsh farmhouse: a squat, square building, lovingly kept. Built from local stone, the Welsh slate roof glistened i... the rain. The cosy interior of exposed beams, wooden floors and rough plastered walls, was perfectly charming. The mismatched furniture looked antique and she particularly liked the scrubbed wooden dining table and polished Welsh dresser. In the fireplace was a wood-burning stove, a basket of logs beside it.“I’ll get that lit,” said Iwan. “Seems. V.I thought that they also customers,As I entered we three sat there for 15mins, 5’9″ fellow called someone in the phone and said how much time should I wait for chicken, and had some conversation and said to another person ” hey Salman( name changed) anji his coming.”They laughed smiled each other.After 10mins Anji(shop owner, name changed) age almost 38 came and locked room and said you people not yet started enjoying chicken.I didn’t understand.They saw I face and said ” if you cooperate. She was a little taller than me, and kind of thick(not fat, but curvy). I also noticed she had a tattoo on her neck. I started to examine her tattoo - when suddey she dipped back and her butt went into my groin for a second. She was doing a certain dance where she would shake around for a couple seconds the dip her butt back. I was fortunate to be close to her when she started her little dance. At first she had bumped her butt into mine. Now I was facing the other way and every couple seconds. We laid there side by side not breathing hard rather laying there in total bliss and contentment. Never before have I felt this feeling. The feeling of total exhaustion yet not breathing hard, the lack of energy to move yet feeling like I could run a marathon, the feeling like I wouldn't have the need for sex for months, feeling total satisfaction which had never been experienced and it wouldn't be the last..................... . Chapter 3. The events that transpired during our vacation and.