. Oh Fuck it! Just don’t stop, please… don’t stop jer…” stopping short, embracing your lips with my own.My eyes are barely slits as our nose... graze one another in passionate collisions. Our lips devouring themselves, tongues blending perfectly into a wet mass within our mouths. My left-hand falls onto your leg, embracing and squeezing your smooth skin against mine. Stroke by stroke inching closer and closer up the heat of your thigh. “You smell like chocolate, and pastries,” you whisper in my. Where as in Canada drinking alcohol is not sin and it is widely available even in super market. Tell me in which country people drink and most drunkards are there and walk on street with boose and fall on road with boose ?”She got locked with my logical question and she replied “mm yes it is in India, where people will be vomiting on road after drinking and booze”I agreed to her and said “Then, where is culture?”Though she agreed to this point she is not ready to agree that 8/10 Indian couples. There, standing in the room was another woman. Not the slave he'd had earlier. Not anyone he'd seen before. There was something about this woman. As he lay there, unashamed of his activity, he watched what she was doing.Her tall, strong body was walking slowly around his raised bed, her firm breasts swaying just a little as she walked, and she was chanting quietly. Curly red hair surrounded her head and flowed down over her lightly freckled shoulders. What she was saying sounded vaguely. “Much quieter here and no fucking k**s to disturb us. Sorry about the language!” “Why.i Ain,t no fucking nun! Yes I prefer to be away from the hassle as well. Yet I don,t like sleeping on my own. Mind if I join you?” “No of course not!” he replied. “You know I haven,t had a cock in weeks! How about a Fuck?” Her direct approach both surprised and turned him on, his large prick hardening automatically as she removed her trainers, he was surprised that her feet Didn,t smell like his as he hadn,t.