Then I hung up and told the driver: Raasta samajh aa gaya na Ramesh.”Ramesh replied: Haan raasta to samajh aa gaya, leki woh achi jagah nahi hai. Aa... waha kyu jaana chahti hai?Shikha replied: Ramesh tum bus waha le chalo, sawaal maat karo.”Ramesh said: Ji madam and we both were so drunk that we didn’t even realize what we were doing and how stupid we were. Ramesh was Shikha’s driver and we were going to a brothel with him. In fact Shikha wasn’t to be blamed as she didn’t know we were going to. It wasn’t like a house was so special, with no running water or electric, just a fireplace, (for cooking not warmth) a few walls and a roof. The bed was a two foot high shelf, with a pile of dried vegetation for cushioning, and a light covering. The days and nights were all of a temperature.Just because the populace were naked, didn’t mean they were ignorant or savages. I hadn’t meant to give that impression. I had learned an immense amount of herbal lore from Shenne, and they did have. Thank you.” The drinks soon lubricate the conversation.“So you want me to tell you how my cherry was popped?” Kimberly asks. A woman who is with a young female, probably her daughter, at the next table perks up her ears at this statement and leans back in her chair. “Fair enough. I was in a swimming class at Xavier Catholic High School here. Sister Edwina, the teacher, was holding me up in the pool showing me how to do the American Crawl. She had these long narrow fingers and always sported. She hesitated until she took my meaning, then unclasped it and let it fall away from her perky little tits. She handed it to me, but I simply tossed it aside without looking at it and placed my hand on her left breast. I leaned in and kissed her, a full open-mouthed kiss, and she responded eagerly. Our tongues wrapped around each other, and I gently nipped at her lips with my teeth. She grabbed the bottom sides of my bustier and sharply pulled downwards, freeing my breasts. Our nipples pressed.