She has this smooth, hair-free skin of brown chocolate color. She has a childish face and god, her breasts are what I would ogle all day back in train...ng days. Those mallu boobs are not too big nor too small but are like two apples having the nipples poking like a half-sized grape. In our training academy, almost all guys would try to hit on this mallu beauty. She mostly wears t-shirts and jeans and occasionally wears churidar. But irrespective of the attire, I would drool daily on seeing her.. This is a very primitive tribe. My first visit was the first whites they had ever encountered in their village. They seemed friendly enough and I left on good terms with them, but I would rather walk in, giving them plenty of time to know we are coming. They probably don't like strangers dropping in unannounced any better than we do."Martin nodded agreement. The five passengers once again strapped themselves in and the helicopter ascended to deliver them into the jungle.As the whomp, whomp. Small and round. She wore a very short skirt that almost revealed her panties and a shirt that revealed her perfect, flat stomach. “Are you Terry?” she asked again, slightly more forcibly. She looked up at him with her beautiful green eyes. “Uh…yeah.” he said, gathering himself up and standing straight, breath still coming in short bursts. “Come in, mom’s waiting for you.” She turned and left the door open for him. He stood still a moment, struck by her perfect little round ass. “Oh god, how. Saath hi Metro bhi aa gai aur mei usme chali gai. Vahan to bahut bheed thi. Khade hone tak ko jagah nahi thi. Jaise bhi mei andar chali gai. Vahan log mujhe dekh rahe the, Meine red color ki skin tight T-shirt pehni thi aur saath me Black jeans. Log aapas mei chipak kar khade the. Voh ladka mujhse kuch door khada tha. Mera mann ab usse dekhne ko hua to meine baal sawarne ke bahane usse dekha, voh peeche se mujhe hi dekh raha tha. Jaise hi meine usse dekha to usne smile paas kar diya. Lagta tha.