She had hoped to get some insight on how it was done because she didn't want to disappoint him. Going back to the bed she spread the towel then knelt...down on it within reach of his hands. Then she went back to working on his cock. Mark reached between her spread knees feeling her pussy. "Nice, your pussy is so smooth" Mark told her. She had her pussy waxed before coming on the trip. As he slid his fingers into her pussy Cindy let out a little gasp of pleasure. Cindy continued to work. It was then that I had a bit of a moment to myself, as I sat there, listening and taking in the atmosphere, I wondered how it was that these people came to be this type of fetishist. Looking at Graham for instance, he didn't strike me as the type to layer himself in nylon, neither did Bobby or Mick for that matter. It was playing on my mind a little and Iwanted to ask the question of how and why they were partial to nylon, the answer to these burning questions would be answered a little later. While she was perceived as a decent Doctor, there weren’t any disputes about her splendid looks which invariably made her more popular among the men in the region. Blessed with the typical beauty synonymous with women in Kerala, she possessed sharp features as well. With a vital statistics of 36-29-36 she undoubtedly had that sex appeal to impress her onlookers. She always ensured that her wonderful rosy lips looked redder with some fine lipstick of her choice. Her stunningly beautiful face. I turned to my uncle and asked him.“Did anybody die?”“Yes nephew. Yesterday night the son of the “priest” died from a heart attack. His funeral is scheduled to be here. He’ll be buried in the family grave of his father.”The “priest”! No one in the village mentioned his name since he died. Never! For he was a wicked evil man. During the years of the German occupation in the Second World War he acted as a traitor. He betrayed people from the resistance hiding in the wilds. And he created a big.