The ladies hostel on the Poonamalle high road had its own activity of late evening, girls hurrying down the path from the main gate to the administrat...on building just in time for the 9.pm entry closure. A few buildings away on the second floor the last room was illuminated just enough to see each other in the dark, two naked bodies lay on the mattress on the floor without much caring for what is happening outside. Their bodies were entangled so as all the pleasure points were reachable for. So maybe not this time, but after I retire and buy the place, we will see.” Justin just rolled his eyes, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and headed for the shower. Scott’s cock had finally decided to descend to somewhere around half-mast, so it was safe to drop the towel and try to get his underwear on. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the red cotton thong he had packed today. ‘Thank god for the International Male and Undergear catalogs.’ Scott thought to himself. ‘Some of the best. Lynn then did something that really surprised me. She asked her mom ifshe could get in the playpen with me, because she said I looked so sad inthere all by myself. I think that's when I finally figured out how girlsthink & feel about their friends. Her mom told her that it was very niceof her to worry about her little friend like that. So, she reached downand lifted her into the playpen to be with me. It was nice to know thatshe wanted to keep me company.I looked at Lynn, while thinking to. At each stage they can turn back, but to be the new prophets they must overcome. PART ONE Chapter One Unlikely Revolutionaries ‘What were you thinking of?’ Bonnie Campbell asked as her husband lay on his back catching his breath. The bedroom was warm and a little stuffy. Lights from the street lit the room well enough to display the mildly erotic decor. The walls held suggestive, but classical paintings and a large beautiful semi-nude photos of Bonnie hung behind the bed. Shelves contained.