Sensing her embaressment, he grinned wider and simply said "looks like you could so with some help?" She looked at him, could she? dare she? Fuck ...hy not she felt so so horny and enough was enough, she nodded and quick as a flash he as over the fence striding towards her, pulling off his t-shirt has he did, she admired his tanned torso the tattoos on his fairly muscly arms. She stood up and as he walked towards her as he reached her he pushed her back against the wall, not saying a word he. Neeha bohot dar rahi thi, finally hum waha pohoch gaye ,me usko ek khet (crop field) pe leke gaya ,jaha koi nahi tha, kuki Neeha ko dar lag raha tha to mene pehle usko hug kiya mano firse meri sanse tham gai ho,or wo bhi accha mehsus karne lagi,fir mene usko kiss kiya,dosto kiss bhi ki tarh ki hoti hai, mene wo sab uspe try ki hum dono hi garam hogaye the uski or meri sanse mano ek dusre se lad rahi ho kaun jyada tez hai,mauka na gawate hue mene uske boobs pe apna hath rakk diya ,wo bohot hi. Jules talked with a light Cajun accent and sounded so sexy when he spoke Cajun French. He had several tattoos on his muscular arms but he always was dressed really nice in slacks and expensive looking button up shirts. I would always sit in a stool at the bar which was never very busy and Jules and I would talk a lot. He was quite flirty and always told me how nice I looked. I quickly learned that Jules was about five years older than me and he had played college baseball at Louisiana Tech. The roofs of our buildings leak so badly the sisters get drenched if they are saying vespers during a storm. There aren’t enough of us to tend the grapes, so we will produce little wine this year, and that is our only source of income. We need help.’ ‘I am sorry to hear that, Sister,’ I said honestly, ‘but surely the Archbishop is the one who can help you?’ ‘The Archbishop has turned his back on us,’ she answered bitterly. ‘In the past, the Archdiocese could help when needed, but there is.