I was feeling odd and out of place. I thanked the husband and inquired whether he drinks. Suddenly his face lit up, he said yes. I then gave him Rs. 1...0/- and said, can you get a beer for me and he can buy his brand, plus if he can arrange some chicken or mutton and some vegetables. Initially, he expressed hesitancy to accept but then took the money and left. The women was still looking at me while the k**s were pointing at me and giggling. Since I was drenched, I moved to a corner of the hut. Shall we, you and I? Shall we, our buttock muscles tense and clasping, our stomachs fluttering in hope, our breath trickling raggedly from open lips as half closed eyes transfix on the steady undulation of exposed breasts? Shall we allow those clamped thighs to fall apart, to feel the soft breeze to play across our moisture coated skin? Shall we pull nectar infused air deep into our lungs and revel in the gorgeous aroma of our own wantonness? Shall we wriggle the smooth rounded globes of our. " He looked right at her. "I can't wait to fuck you baby."Vanessa froze, seemingly remembering something important. She glanced at me for a moment, eyes lost in her own desire, and then she reached for her handbag now plopped on the side counter. She immediately pulled out the condoms I had purchased earlier.Mark noticed what she had grabbed, and that they were Magnums. He let out a chuckle. "I don't think that's gonna fit sugar."She glanced at him, and then his cock, and broke the seal on one. Space-faring people must shun violence. Those who don't evolve beyond aggression and wars always perish before they get off their rock. They inevitably turn their technology against themselves. If they don't control their aggressions, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's like our nuclear weapons. If we don't advance spiritually enough to absolutely guarantee to ourselves that such terrible devices will be shunned and destroyed, then we'll certainly destroy ourselves. One day we'll go.