You may remember me from such stories as this one. I last posted a chapter on the 27th of August. Last chapter I said I hoped I could speed up. What h...ppened actually is the longest gap between chapters I've ever had. Last week I set myself the goal of posting a chapter in time for Christmas, and I've just managed it.Since September I've been on my year abroad, living in Austria, teaching English, though I'm home now for Christmas. This has meant that I've been very busy, and I've just had very. They explored each others bodies with hands and lips leaveing not an inch untouched they moaned and took each other to there big release and down there fingers lips there tits and cunts in complete contact always unable to take it but wanting more and more. They laied panting for breath and holding tight to another for the next three days never leaving the bed other then food and bathroom breaks. They the phone rang Mrs. H wanted her cunt lapper to come and please her she was not happy to hear. It was no man, but a statue, made of smooth grey stone, flecked with a quartz-like material that glinted in the light. I looked beyond the eerie, lifelike carving. What I had initially taken as rubble was more than that. I identified a stone arm, sheared off at the elbow. Nearby, several of its fingers still stuck forlornly to the stone machine pistol it had been holding. Beyond that, a head, its one intact eye staring sightlessly into nothing, then another with part of its torso still intact,. She was looking damn sexy. She had done her hair, wore a nice green sari and had worn her petticoat low enough to show her navel. Her figure was unmissable and her ass jutting out looked really juicy. Plus she was wearing a gajra. She was out on a hot date from what it looked like.I opened the door for her.Me: You are looking hot and very sexy.Vyajanti: What are you saying, sahib. Someone might hear you.Me: To hell with them. I am out with a hot, sexy woman going to watch a movie. They can just.