This brings up the matter to my mind: I am naked, exposed, next to a ... But wait a minute. No public road. I turn around. Twice. Two trails on the re... soil, pebbles spread in a semblance of a country path - that should be the way up to the road. But I am not interested. I need to pee. Now! After a couple of steps to the left, I squat and pee. Oh my, what a relief!“Don dear, come out and enjoy the morning sun!” I shout his way, confident that we should be all by ourselves, surrounded by nature,. So let’s start with an introduction.I was born in Mauritius – so technically, that makes me a Mauritian and indeed I am proud to be so. But I am half Mauritian. My dad is Mauritian but mum is a South African of Indian descent. Hence my indian ethnicity from both mum and dad. They met in Europe when Dad was on an overseas assignment, courted for some time – got married and came back here. One of my sisters and I were born here in Vacoas. My memories of my c***dhood was great – went to. His carelessness caught up with him when one of his many one night stands resulted with pregnancy allegations. He wanted to blame Sloane for his problems. It seemed easier than blaming him. Dread filled him as he thought of himself as a father. He was religious about protection, so the concept of fathering a child had never occurred to him. He was in no shape to be a father and his life was far from what one would call ‘baby friendly’. Adding to the already volatile mix was the supposed ‘mother. I made tea and gave to her.She appreciated my tea. While she looking at me she found my erect dick inside my dhothi. Directly she told smiling “Chaddi haaku maraaya , ella kantha untu” means wear underwear everything is visible.For that, I told her let it needs some air so I didn’t wear anything and told her sorry. After that when I saw her cleavage I informed her that her boobs are visible she gave the same reply that her boobs need air too..We laughed for a second and I continued my staring.