By now I am getting pretty wasted on tequila and beer and I started to focus in on Marias big lips, my gosh she had the biggest lips I've ever seen on...a woman. She said something again and I awoke from my stupor to find her laughing at me.Bill came back and sat down and ordered another round. Maria put her hand on my thigh this time and squeezed. we downed our shots and Maria this time slid her hand higher and felt my bulging cock. She said something to Bill in spanish and Bill laughed and she. “What are you doing?”“I wanted to tell you that took some guts what you did earlier.”“You liked the routine?”“It was aight. I was jus’ impressed that y’all did it.”“Thanks, I guess.”“Yeah. It was good. Whatchu doin’?”“Nada.”“You smoke?”“Maybe?”“I got some loud if you wanna hit.”“Sure.”“Put on yo’ shoes and come wit’ me.”Jeff and Tavaris walked into the wooded area. They stopped at a clearing. Jeff pulled out a blunt and lit it. He puffed twice and passed it to his friend. “You know,” Jeff. As our conversations continued, I came to know she is a teacher, for PU students and stays in a village close to Mysore and she has boarded a bus in Mysore for her home. We mean me, teacher and the old man discussed some general topics as we reached Mysore. While discussing I always made strong eye-contact with the teacher.Many times, I signaled teacher with my eyes on some very funny and little adult jokes which the old man was making, on which the teacher used to laugh. As we were sitting. He was dressed in plain clothes, and wore at his button-hole the ribbons of the different orders to which he belonged. He entered with a tolerably dignified step, and some little haste. Monte Cristo saw him advance towards him without making a single step. It seemed as if his feet were rooted to the ground, and his eyes on the Count of Morcerf. "Father," said the young man, "I have the honor of presenting to you the Count of Monte Cristo, the generous friend whom I had the good fortune to meet.