Those boots and his feet were like old lovers, always wanting to feel the other’s presence, even if they had just parted ways. The soles had been re...laced a number of times. There were a few items on the table in front of him that he might or might not need, but he always had them, purely as reassurance, an old-fashioned pair of brass knuckles (they’re called paperweights now, he often reminded himself), a cigarette lighter, two ink pens and two sharpened pencils, and small variety of other. Now, put some hot water on the fire for me so that I can take a shower,” he said and went into his room.A day later, he asked Vasavi if she can accompany him to the village and show him around. She agreed and she went along with him and showed him multiple places. After two hours, both got tired and sat behind a tree. It was a very lonely place where there were almost no people.After a few minutes, Viswa took her hand into his.“Babuji, what are you doing?” she panicked.“Nothing. Just wanted to. Crying out, clinging to him, her back arching as a second thrust sent her senses reeling over the edge. She thrashed wildly beneath him, groaning, panting, crying out with pleasure, driving him on, and begging him for more. ‘Yes, Oh god yes.’ Her orgasm consumed her, sweet rapture engulfing her mind and body. Over and over he plundered her hot depths, driving into her, possessing her, his own wild desires spinning out of control as his cock released pulse after throbbing pulse of cum into her.. I liked this a lot since it left her titties wiggling nearly right in my face and I did my best to kiss and lick her nipples until we both went off at nearly the same time.I wasn't trying to catch up on all the fucking I'd missed out on during my firsst sixteen years, but I'll swear Helga was intent on making up for all the time her husband had been dead. We did it twice more before sunrise and let me tell you I'd had a workout.Helga had as much of one as I did, but she was still up and dressed.