But before he got into a trance, he decided he'd apply something he had learnt. He conjured a mana-void and programmed a simple heat transference code...that regulated the temperature and humidity. Another way he had changed since he immersed himself in this culture, now he adjusted his environment to suit him, rather than adjust to the environment. He stilled debated which philosophy was more valid. Sighing he cleared his capricious mind that without his discipline would be inclined to engage. Her smell, my goodness. I wanted to make love to this woman my whole life. Then I dropped her saree pallu and mashed my face against her breasts on her blouse itself. I kissed her deep cleavage and unhooked all the four hooks of her blouse.Her breasts were captured in a red bra. Her white breast flesh was looking so delicious in her skimpy red bra. I started massaging her bra-clad breasts, aunty was enjoying a lot. I unhooked her bra and started sucking her huge soft breasts. Aunty was cooing. “This should suit your needs,” as he set it up on a tripod, then he said, “why don’t you point it out the window, see what you think.”He showed me how to focus and then I was astounded when the shops opposite suddenly appeared to be only feet away. “Wow! I thought I would be able to see everything in fine detail with this beauty.” I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation.The price was nowhere near as bad as I expected, so very shortly, I had paid and was on my way, rushing home to get. “Who wants to see this fucking old man naked?!” thought all of them, giving out a feeling of disgust.The argument was resolved when a man named Raja walked in. Dark sinned, semi-bald ugly looking guy. He managed to convince Champa to drop this thought and walk away from this situation with her. Raja took her to his shop.“Jayah is my student,” said Raja, the number one ladies tailor of the village. “So you say you are her sister. I can see the resemblance.”They continued to chat as Raja told her.