Don't get me wrong, I love India. The history, the architecture, and the energy are all positives. I detest the crowds, the dirt, the smell, and being...there I hate. I was overjoyed to be headed to paradise on earth, if only for a couple of days.The call earlier in the week with my assistant had set this weekend in motion. It had been a strange and magical moment."Bonnie, from the travel agency, has worked it out. You leave Bombay, sorry, Mumbai, on Thursday night. Instead of going directly to. If you are fighting with intent to kill, then you’ve committed murder. There is no excuse that prevents taking a human life with intent from being a Great Defeater. Sexual intercourse is a Great Defeater. If those weapons were worth more than a twenty-fourth of an ounce of gold, then it is major theft. You claim supernormal abilities and that is a Great Defeater.”“So I guess you are saying that according to Buddhism, I’ve broken all four of the big rules. I suppose you are going to tell me that. As I entered my house quietly, I was relieved that Ken and Nate were both asleep. I took a quick shower and put on my pajamas, slid into bed hoping he wouldn’t wake up. I knew if he did he would want sex, given that he was without it while I was on the school trip.I had a fitful night’s sleep as I tried to find a reason why my furry patch of pubic hair was all gone. I was startled when the alarm went off much earlier than normal. Ken woke up and rolled over, grabbing my boob. He sleepily. ‘Oooh… what have we here?’ I asked playfully. I rubbed the throbbing lump causing Mark to groan quietly. I traced the outline of his cock with my fingertips, circling the head before raking my long red nails gently over the shaft. I felt his cock twitch anxiously and Mark gripped the edge of his desk tight as his knees suddenly got weak. ‘Why don’t we get you out of those restrictive clothes. We don’t want your friend here to be too crowded!’ I said, as I reached up to unfasten his belt and.