The panchayat was about the enquiry of Devi who was the wife of the oil merchant in our village.Devi was a skinny ,good looking and fair woman who had...some big and wholesome tits which was once a hot topic among my friends. She was crying and standing near her furious husband in front of the village elders.She was accused of having sex with many of the members of the village thereby committing adultery.She was a sex addict which led to her sinful behaviour.The elders ordered her to stay in. My heart is still racing, the blood surging through my body, into my loins again…I pull her against me, feeling the heat of our bodies, the sheets below us, still wet from our couplings. She picked me up at the airport at 10:00am. By the look on her face she was as nervous as I was. Neither of us had ever met someone from online conversations. As she walked towards me my heart stopped, her beauty taking my breath, her body carved by the Gods….a walking Greek statue. I try to calm myself,. Now get back to the fucking I said annoyed at him slightly. He did so with powerful thrusts deep into me, his hard cock smashing into my organs and his finger up my ass moving around tickling my insides. I felt another orgasm on the horizon, I began rocking back and forth into his thrusts. His hands were caressing my back, then one grabbed my neck and pulled me up. His arm wrapped around my chest, squeezing my boobs. He was holding tightly, my back pressed against his chest, he dick jumping up. He smiled and rushed into the kitchen. ‘Mr. Montgomery, you try to kill me! This I know!’ Jasmine scolded, bending over to pick up pieces of the glass mug, he wide backside sticking out. ‘Sorry Jasmine, I got over excited.’ He tried to help her pick up the pieces, but she smacked his hands away. ‘What you so excited about?’ She asked, throwing the glass in the trash. ‘What if I told you, I will be – I will be gone for awhile?’ ‘You finally take vacation?’ She asked eye arched. ‘Y –yes, sorta. I.