“Oh, okay,” she mumbled. “And you need to get in there and take care of them sheets too,” the man continued. “Stewart done wet th... bed again.” The two men cackled to each other and walked out the back of the trailer, leaving me alone with Lacy once again. As soon as the screen door slapped closed, I jumped up and frantically searched the floor for my pants. “Who the hell was that?” I asked Lacy, as I located my trousers and stepped inside them. “Oh, pay them. I said, “Na, mujhe farak nahi padta” (No, doesn’t matter to me.) I asked him if there’s a bathroom to wash my face and mouth. His friend took me again in his room and showed me where the bathroom is.I rinsed my mouth, washed my face, and got dressed. Rickshaw guy also got dressed and told me that he’ll drop me wherever I wanted to. I told him to not worry and drop me at the station.“Lekin abhi bas 2:30 hi baj rahe hai. Train service shuru hone ko aur ek ghanta jayega,” he said (It’s just 2:30. But then they saw the woman with him and their hearts dropped. She was the most magnificent woman any of them had ever seen. Very tall, she moved with the grace of a ballet dancer and the poise of a queen. Wearing a green cocktail dress that complemented her basically brown hair, the women looked at it and gasped.In fact, there was an audible drawing-in of breath as they realized the woman’s dress was cut down to her navel in front and beyond the beginning of her cleavage in the rear. The long. Then I put my hands on her and started to rub her ripe ass. Slowly, but firm."...That feels kinda good..." she said quietly. Which just made my cock more swollen. Wow! I'm messaging her ass and she thinks it feels good! You know what else feels good? Having your firm heart shaped ass in my hands!"Here let me put some on you. Your mother would kill me if I let you get burnt." She said, standing up."Uh...ya ok." I said back to her. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head."Oh.