Cenamos?propuso ella, se sentaron a la mesa enfrentados..y una vez que estaban ya mas relajados, ella propuso un juego. El desconfió, la conocía, la...amaba pero algo se traía entre manos..Se habia comportado como un miserable con ella y sabia que le iba a costar reconquistarla.Que te parece la idea de entrenar un poco despues de cenar?..le guiña un ojo..entrenar?..bueno estaba fuera de entrenamiento pero le podia ganar. El también era muy competitivo como ella. Dale! Damos unas vueltas corriendo. We had a saint in our locality. Our village people thinks that he is equal to god. And to his luck whatever he predicted has come true. Or at least it seemed so.As my parents are too superstitious they too believed this saint. 100%. The called him guruji. They believe whatever blunders that the saint says. Like they will do whatever the saint ask them to do. Sometimes I shout at them wasting all their money and time doing whatever the saints say them. But they scold me back “dont say anything. I switch it on and position my watch arm a few centimetres above my throbbing bulge,with my free hand I undo my flies and release my rigid cock, hoping and praying that nobody has seen.We all shuffle forward a couple of feet, but I keep myself in contact with the woman and luckily she still hasn't noticed anything untoward, I can feel my cock pressing really hard aginst her white linen trousers that by the way,had a very clear visible panty line, they are dark blue and lacey.Somebody in front. I took the list the shady merchant handed to me along with a wad of greenbacks that had seen a better day.I also had a list from the Colonel’s daughter with a number of female necessities that were supposed to be for her and the only female survivor of Geronimo’s recent raid. She whispered in my ear that the widow called Jodie was still humping her father day and night and that the sounds of their love-making reminded her of the animals in the barn instead of two perfectly civilized human.