I leaned forward and put my hand on her left boob, and we kissed. Our lips were locked for 10 minutes. I was pinching her nipple, and she was giving m... a handjob. I removed the string of her top and started sucking her boobs and biting her nipples. She started moaning and talking in Marathi.Mother: Aahh, jorat, ajun jorat chokk, chaav tyana (Harder suck them harder, baby, bite my boobs)Then she got up, removed her gown, and threw it. She came in a 69 position and started sucking my dick. Man,. It wouldn’t be the first time. My little affair with Billie just a few years earlier had led to a total fuck up on a mission. Without the help of a friend who covered things up, we both would have been out, possibly even facing charges. Leaning back in my seat, I looked upward through the sunroof into the darkness. The sound of soft falling rain could be heard pelting the glass above me. But that’s not the sound that was holding my attention now. It was the rhythmic sound of my own heavy. Sarika: Laga mujhe, dekh rahi thi ki dance ke beech teri aur uski kafi baat chal rahi thi. Dekh ek baat batati hoon, in ladko ka ek hi kissa hai ki ya to sex ya fir sex chat. Dill mat lagana inse.Main thodi si sharmati hui boli: Tumhe kyu lag raha hai ki main usse dill lagane ke chakkar mein hoon?Sarika: To?Main: Wahi jo tum boli ki inhe chahiye.Sarika muskurati hui boli: Sex chat?Main: Dono. Mujhe uske sath sex bhi karni hai.Sarika: Dekh ye tu nashe mein to nahi kah rahi na? Aur waise karogi. Now, in the sunlight dappled with clouds, the stones appeared innocuous. They stood at the edge of a small meadow surrounded almost entirely by forest and away from the road and the pasture where they had stopped the carriage.The circle, if it could be termed such, was an irregular one, and the stones, almost all of them taller than man-size, tilted at one angle or another. In the years since they were placed in position shifts in the soil and the winds and rain had conspired to permit them to.