I walked over and stood behind her cupping her tits and kissing her neck. As the figure came closer it was an old homeless guy. He was pretty filthy a...d unkempt. He was also wanking quite a decent size cock. When Donna saw it she watched him wanking for her. He came right over to her and she smiled at him. He reached up and roughly grabbed one of her tits. The poor old chap must have been well into his 60's if not older. He also stank of cheap booze but unlike Donna he was steadier on his feet.. We talked and shared some good laughs. This became a routine and one day I held her hand and pushed her to the wall suddenly , she was taken aback and looked at me with a surprised look on her face ! I then kissed her forehead her eyes her cheeks , she tried to push me away but I didn’t move a bit , then I bit her earlobe and she moaned. I got my green signal that yes she is enjoying it and I held her face and leaned in to kiss her soft red rosy lips slowly gently passionately ! The kiss. Sitting back from her a little, I hold both her hands and take in her beauty. "Gauri, I know this is terribly forward of me, but would you like to come back to my place." "Oh, God yes! " She throws her hands around my neck and kisses me deeper than ever. I can't help but laugh as she grabs my hand and eagerly drags me to the exit. I can't take my eyes off of her perfect body. I think I'm actually gawping when she turns to flash me a wide, toothy smile. My mind is all over the place. I've never. I noticed a large collection of partially burned torches just inside the entrance, along with an empty bucket. Tallak brought two buckets of water with us to douse the torches.The tunnel was nearly a mile long and looked like the arch over the new gate of the goat/sheep pen in the main valley, just longer. The floor of the tunnel was dirt, but the walls were stone and the ceiling was a stone arch nearly ten feet high. The tunnel was seven feet wide, plenty wide for loaded mules. I guessed that.