Second day of the tour was raining and after 4pm so we returned to bungalow from mall road and brought a lot of foods and drinks to enjoy at our place... As usual all the men started drink and play cards and they made very small pegs for the ladies.On that day even TV was not working so we all ladies sitting there were sipping drink and gossiping and after one hour one of the men bittoo said let us enjoy cards with some stake and I propose who wins in the game can kiss my wife on lips and anybody. So tired. I go to bed with the light shining in around my curtains and a light fog coming from my mouth because I haven’t turned the heat on. Staring at the ceiling is not quite as effective as counting sheep, but I could never force myself past an irrational fear of getting shit on by the goddam sheep. I wake up and stare at the ceiling some more. The only bright thing I can think of is that I can’t be in the grip of depression, because I can’t sleep. Depressed people sleep all the time,. This forced her to rock forward over the makeshift bolster and jut her bottom up. They grasped her ankles and pulled them apart off the floor. They tied her legs hopelessly apart, while she, not quite understanding, pointed the tips of her shoes urgently about searching for her old familiar purchase. While strapping her down, they pushed and pulled her about so as to find the most ideally braced and articulated position for her bottom. As if watching herself, she saw the fleeting image of a. Yvonne was good, she was a lovely fuck and invariably wanted it in the arse at some time during the night but she was nice to sleep with as she lolled her tits on me and her mouth was so delicious but most of all she was an excellent cook, the only problem was that she did not speak English, my Italian was improving but far from conversational which I missed because I do like dirty talk, Ellie knew that and used it against me on several occasions when I was trying to last and she wanted to.