Davy followed a curve in the trail to see ahusky looking man about thirty in jeans and an old sweatshirt kneeling neara tree. The man was using a hat...het to cut a circle of bark around the baseof an oak. He was almost finished; the circle went most of the way aroundthe tree. Cutting the bark like that, "girdling" it was called, cut of theflow of nutrients to the tree above. The tree literally starved to death.It was a slow and particularly nasty way to kill a tree."Stop that!" Davy yelled,. Of course, it hadn’t stopped there. Ashok took his time so Mr. Batra too took the liberty to explore his wife’s pussy in the meantime. He particularly remembered the reverse cowgirl fuck. His hands were on his hips while she moved her heart-shaped ass up and down fucking him with gentle delicacy.“Fuck me harder Mr. Batra,” Savita had requested. Mr. Batra had obliged. He had lain her on the couch and had fucked her as hard as he could in missionary style, squeezing her large breasts. Later I showed him aphoto of my brothers and myself. He said I am so lucky having a closeand loving family. I asked him what story he spoke about earlier and hesaid your success story of falling out with your employer, starting abusiness in competition and really making a success of it whilst theyare failing.I said yes it gives us a nice warm feeling and a lot of satisfaction.After they had left us, my wife laughed and said that I thought thatshe had told them. I said that it did cross my mind.. Then it occurred to me that she could verywell be on the phone to the hotel management, reportingthe pervert in the room across the way. What I had readas horniness on her part might instead have been shock.I started to push off the bed to close the curtains.As I did, she came back into view walking backwards,smiling, and gloriously naked. Her body reminded me ofAngelina Jolie: a tight, lithe little gymnast with biground tits. As she backed towards the bed, a tall youngman came into view.