He told me to go to the river bank. I felt shy. But I walked towards the river bank by holding sari and petticoat up and wearing panty at knees and he...was following me.He was seeing both buttock cheeks and dirty asshole. And he was laughing loudly. When we reached the river bank he said to me to turn around and bend down. I made my buttocks towards the river and bent down. Then he took the water of the river in his right handful and washed roughly my dirty ass.He took 4-5 handfuls and washed. Getting his backpack he pulled out a couple of rollers and placed them in my hair. After a few minutes with some spray he had brought and the blow drier and brushes. I looked in the mirror and could not believe what he had done. My hair looked just like Claris's. Chris then pulled a pink silken nightgown out of his pack along with a matching pair of silken panties. My cock must have grown at least another inch. Holding the panties up he brushed them against my cheek and asked, "How would you. I sat beside her and told to fold the legs and wide them as much as distance she can stretch. She did the same. I removed the piece of cloth arranged like napkin crushed gulab jamun sweet fell down from the butt crack. I shown it to Saroja and eaten that. The aroma of pussy was exited me. I was astonished for the size of her pussy it was neatly cleaned, bulged with thick broken lips and extended a part of butt. My palm failed to catch entire pussy. The clit was projected like rose bud. I. Mrs Kemp talks on while I fondle his ears. My gaze falls onto his sheath and again I feel my pulse quicken. It's large, shiny and fascinating. I want it.He rises onto both legs to stand before me, his tail wagging.I can see the red tip of his broad cock protruding up at me.My cunt is fizzing for him to press it against me."Oh he's taken to you all right Margot," she said laughing, "I think he's hoping you'll take him for a walk round the pond!" Oh do you think so Mrs Kemp, how sweet!" I.