!!”“Move in when you’re ready, you going to stay in the bunk area or do you want to take one of the rooms?”I didn’t know there were rooms av...ilable. “What’s the difference?”He grinned. “Stay too often in the bunk area and you’re likely to get yourself laid, a room means you have complete privacy but fewer offers.”I thought about it. “Any reason why I can’t take a room and crash in the bunk room as and when... ?”“Nope.”“Then that’s my choice. I’ll get moved tonight.”He nodded, took a last glance. In fact, she cited some study that said that a large percentage of the population, like 30 or 40 percent, didn’t have the gag reflex. It seemed wrong to me, however. How was I so unlucky to have never found one of those women before? Fortunately, the warm water and one of her hands rubbing all over my abs and chest brought me back from the mind drift. Of course, it was also her familiar throat that was encasing my cock just like a condom might, only tighter. It felt so wonderful when she did. But I told her that it was not a good idea. She was begging me for sex satisfaction. We planned to have it on that Sunday as the others are going to our farm house a few miles away. We are sure that they won’t be back until evening and we decided not to go with them. But we Had only the morning hours free as the servants will come home by 1.00 p.m. Meanwhile she had already known from me all the nasty words in Telugu related to sex. As planned we stayed on Sunday. I could no longer hold back I. "We're fine and in tip top shape!" Julia replied, "Though I would go through it all again for a cup of tea!" She glanced around looking for Pierre. "Pierre! Gascon! Where are you? We are all in need of a cup of tea!" Ah! Mademoiselle, I was theenkin' the same theen." Stepping carefully over the body in the hallway, Pierre entered the cabin beaming. "Voila!" With a magician's flourish he lifted his hands which were full of mugs and a large pot of steaming tea.Just then more shots were heard. Liz.