Schaffer was woken by the obscene sounds of their coupling on the cot adjacent to his. He blinked his itchy eyes to see a mass of writhing creatures, ...lluminated by the orange glow of the fire pits. They were a pile of shifting forms, their white fur and roving appendages blending into a chimera of pleasure and indecency. Trying to get them to stop would be pointless, they’d be at it for hours and would deprive him of sleep in the process.He rolled out of his cot groggily, scanning the gloom. I want to see if you have shaved your cunt or not. I love to see moms like you. They are best in bed!” With that he stepped out of his pants and threw his under wear. He opened his shirt and she breathed in sharply as she saw his hairy muscular chest. His cock stood out from his black bush of curly hairs. Kiran took off her pants and stood in her silk panties which showed wet a spot on her cunt. “Oh, Madam, maderchod(motherfucker)…you are all wet! I love a wet mature chut(cunt)!” he palced his. ." They told me, Mr. Beall, about that woman that got killed down in Georgetown. Damn shame." Yes, I wondered if you knew her. She was a dressmaker, maybe you and Polly..." What was her name?" Miller, Betsy Miller. I don't know where she worked. I think she usually went to her customers' homes." I did see a woman at Polly's house once that was pinning cloth on her and measuring and so forth, marking with chalk. It might've been her. All I 'member is she was left-handed, looked kind of funny,. I winked her and said “hi priya…kaise ho”… She smiled and got away to let me in. When I was in, she closed the door without bolting. I held her hand and pulled to hug her…and kiss. She did not resist and just come in my embrass and asked “tum aaj kaise aa gaye…tum to bahar gaye the…aur…” I did not allow her to complete “me ek din pahle aa gaya…aur jab malum karne ke liye phone kiya to pata laga..Bhuvan bhi tour par chala gaya he..to mene socha…aaj to Priya ke pas chala jaye..aur bahut din ho.