. then panic as I realised the nod could have suggested that I did, in fact, mind. I stuttered, “Sure, uh... yes... please sit.” My face burned br...ght red as I realised I had just told THE Morgan Bryant to “sit” as though I was commanding my two cattle dogs – Diesel and Dixie – back home on the farm. Morgan let out a chuckle as he sat. “I detect an accent... Australian, right?” I nodded. “I’m Morgan.” He reached his hand out towards me; his introduction humoured me... as if I wouldn’t know who. When i came home i saw shanty watching tv in the hall. All the lights were off and she was leaning against the low center table and watching some bengali show. In the light from the tv i could see her well shaped boobs. Today they seemed more inviting as she had worn a tight blouse and her cleavage showed a bit, being late at night she didn’t bother much about the pallu of her saree, which was displaced and revealed her milky cleavage to my eyes. I stood near her for a few seconds and feasted. But for the next few weeks I would manage with that and cover that distance from the tunnel entrance. Getting comfortable with the environment, we could spend nights away.The next day we went to the east along the foot of the mountains. After about ten miles we came to the western edge of the lake where the native people were supposed to be established. I noticed that we were climbing for the past several miles in the approach. Using the spotting binoculars, it indicated that we had risen about. ”He grinned a little. “I’m sore in a lots of places.”I smiled back. “Me, too.”“So we really DID do it last night, huh?”“Yeah. What you thought we didn’t?”Matt shrugged. “I wondered if I’d maybe dreamed itall.”“You didn’t.”“I know.”Looking down at my brother’s hard penis, I got an idea.“Stand still for a second.”“Ok.”I dropped to my knees in front of.