”I gave him a hug after I sat down next to him.“Well there are a few things I actually need to talk about. One I need to go back to Japan for a wh...le. My sister just passed away and...” he had been trying to hold the tears but then they started to flow.I hugged my father once again, “I am so sorry father. Aunt Karin was a wonderful person.” It was then that I thought of something. “Dad what about her daughters? What’s happening with them? Are they even okay?”Dad nodded and said, “They’re both. Five minutes after my hubby left, buzzer chimed.I opened the door. It was Hari Singh, our Milk man.“He is not there?” he asked, while measuring Milk and pouring in container.‘No” I said and he caught the container, encircling my fingers.“Then can we fuck? Please” he asked me.The problem with him is he is dead drop gorgeous, tall, well built, rugged , handsome and sexy in a way that only rough villagers can be. He fucks many ladies, I am just one more cunt to him. One week back when I asked him. Arriving at the lake we would just ride off the end of the dock and then swim away from the horse as it returned to shore and munched on the long grasses while we played. As we rode them bareback the only thing to get wet was the bridle.The diving platform was eight to ten feet above the water and was also the Life Guard station. From there we could see and watch all the others in the water. After swimming for a while that was also where we would go to rest and get to know one another. After having evening tea, we went to the ridge where shops were located along side the road, selling causal clothes and other items like sun glasses, gloves and toys etc. I asked her if she is interested to buy some toys. She said that she would like to buy some warm clothes. I purchased one cardigan and two jeans for her. She said that she wish to buy one night suit for her. I took her to one shop, which was very expensive and asked the vendor to show some night suits to her. She selected a.