Well the party started. Most all of our friends and relatives that lived near attended. Of course it all started out with a lot of crying and weeping ...hen they found out the news about my upcoming death. I told them this was a party and damn it, we were suppose to have fun. Then the atmosphere changed and everyone started drinking, dancing, and having fun. Let's face it a month after I was gone everyone but my family would forget me. The only exception would be all these wives that I fucked.. The only defect was in her eyes but she was very nice and talkative social girl with beautiful face,fair skin , pink lips and amazing figure. I always respected her as she was 3 years elder than me. One day Ganesh told that someone from his village had came to marry to Pooja. I got happy hearing that..Then Ganesh invited me at his home to welcome his guest. But later they rejected Pooja by demanding heavy dowry as she was blind also. I clearly noticed tears in Pooja’ eyes every time whenever. His mouth covered her, his thrusts becoming fierce. She felt his warmth spill inside of her, his body straining, his head thrown back. Quivers raced through her, waves of heat radiating from the join of their bodies. She clung to him, pressing tiny kisses where they landed, his throat, his chest, his shoulders. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, their bodies still joined. Lying sprawled and flushed on top of him, she gazed down at him in wonder. Dazed green eyes stared back at her. I thought she looked incredibly sexy, from the hair plastered to the contours of her head and neck by the pale yellow dessert, lumps of spunk clearly visible, on the face especially, to the semen and custard hanging and dripping from anywhere it could. A big stain of jism overlaid with custard ran down her back and over her arse to drip from the short skirt to streak the backs of her legs, making her shirt stick to her skin. This it had done on her front too, this time mostly from the pudding.