Who I am... It's just not the way things should be done.”“Wouldn't it be better though?” she asked. “Imagine if leaders of nations made love i...stead of fought. If they came together in the bedroom, their bodies heaving together, united in mutual passion. Imagine the understanding that could be gained.”I smiled, nodding my head in complete agreement. “Unite with me, Phillipa. Let's make something magical while your nation watches.”“FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!” roared from the crowd.Phillipa. For all he knows I could murder him in his sleep. I later found out that he shares his tent with his two brothers. I guess that makes it better somehow. But not really when I think about it. I had no intention of killing them, of course, but I could easily steal their stuff if I wanted to. I didn’t do it. In the morning they gave me directions so I could organize myself a permanent tent. Little did they know about my real plans.For a few hours I looked around and in the afternoon I thought I. I raised my eyebrows asking them why was this pleasure of the sex show given to me.Ranjan said “Mr. Rahul please sit in the living room, I need 5 minutes”. I said “Sure Mr. Ranjan, but I would like to talk to both of you so kindly come with your wife Lata”. He said, “sure we both are coming in 5 minutes”. I went to the living room and sat on the sofa, I was having a lot of questions in my mind and was happy and amused at the same time. Then came the couple, they were now dressed up and sat in. A feel of erotism is come in my mind about my bhabhi. Due to this I am not able to sleep, so I went to her Bedroom where she is sleeping and start touching her boobs, her thighs and even her bum. Great fear in my mind what happen if she woke up, but my erotism powered my mind. I start moving up my bhabhi gown inch by inch upto her thighs and in the light of my mobile watch it, further I move it up I see her panty and shape of her bum. I down my Pajama and masturbate there, its really a great.