She leaned towards her and whispered something to her. And this frightened me and I distanced myself from her a little and kept gazing the other side....She wore a salwar and with the heavy wind that came in from the window her dupatta (linen wrapped over the shoulder) kept repeatedly falling right in front of my waist. This time as she tried to grab it and put it back on her shoulder she intentionally ran her fingers on my bulge. This was beyond my imagination and I was getting hornier. Her. She paid.“So?” I said. “It’s been a while.”“Yes, and I know you’ve essentially been abandoned, well, sort of,” said Bea. “Ava actually sent me. She’s afraid to come herself.”“Huh?” Why?” I said.“She says her being around is kinda like rubbing your nose in it. Well, it’s what she thinks,” said Bea. I snorted.“It is and it isn’t. Anything else?” I said.“Candace will be by. She’s living the dream. Married, working, going to school, and well, busy.”“All of them are shocked that you sent Marian. She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit as she pissed, feeling wicked. Her urine stopped, but Kayla continued to masturbate. She pushed two fingers into her fuckhole and squeezed her tits with her other hand. She moaned softly, enjoying what she was doing. The open sky above her made her feel free, as if there were no limits on her anymore. Her orgasm rushed on her, making her shake. She hunched her hips, fucking her own hand as her woman-cum made her fingers sticky. She stopped. The man's stride seemed purposeful and if he had taken notice of the Pilgrim walking on the Path, he showed no sign of alarm, surprise or fear. It was as if he would not stop, as if he was nothing but a phantom, an apparition of the Holy Lands.Maybe it was an apparition that he was seeing. Stranger things had been heard around the life-stones during the coldest nights at his people's gatherings. It would not be without precedent that he should meet a ghost of the Holy Lands, perhaps some other.