"No, a belt," I interrupted him.He paused looking at me suddenly with knowing realization - I wasn't somegay tourist with excellent brows coming for a...custom pair of chaps forhis husband's 30th (although there's nothing wrong with that!!!)I repeated it, smiling, now with a slight but knowing grin."A...belt?" Yea I heard you. So sorry, we get a lot off the bus," he said, like aguy who lives here finally, and 'for real' all of a sudden.He stepped from behind the counter.To his right was a rack. She then started kissing deeply on my lips and then I opened my mouth and engulfed her lips into mine . I started sucking her lower hot lips, it felt very nice , I discovered that my heart pounding and moving very fast. She moaned and told me, “Look , I am dying of being embraced by you , why don’t you hug me tight, I would die if you don’t….’ I found she was also taking deep breathing very fast. I was thinking myself should I move any further?I was hesitating and stopped kissing her lips. At. I have only been back little more than a week but in that time I seem to have grown adept at eavesdropping on the thoughts of individuals, particularly lone girl students. Mostly they are on prosaic things, lectures, washing, shopping, possible dates and such like, but sometimes they reminisce on the boys they have been with and what they might do together on a future date. I was amazed at the vulgar thoughts coming from what outwardly appeared to be innocent young students. I was also amazed. "Someone who you don't fuck?" asked Deen with a smile.Blushing, Manya nodded her answer."Well then my sweet mom, they will know that you want them to fuck you. Simple" said Deen."Very well sweetie. As you wish" came back Manya's reply. One last sip and she had finished her tea. As she got up, Deen said,"One more thing mom..."Sitting back down, she asked "What is it, Deen?" Since you will not be wearing any clothes, doesn't it make sense that Tanya aunty also does not wear any clothes?" he asked.