She was wearing only sari and wrapped around her body, it is usual in villages but not in front of an outsider anyone could have easily figured out he... tits and hard nipples through her clothes and that villager was wearing a dhoti and he was topless common dress in villages nothing unusual but whatI found unusual was he was wearing so many different weird stuff like different stones and had long hairs and beard and for further story I am going to use Hindi language to make it more spicy if you. As my parents are too superstitious they too believed this saint. 100%. The called him guruji. They believe whatever blunders that the saint says. Like they will do whatever the saint ask them to do. Sometimes I shout at them wasting all their money and time doing whatever the saints say them. But they scold me back “dont say anything like that he is equal to god and if u criticize its like criticizing god himself.” they said that whatever guruji(saint) do its for their good and even if he asks. I was thought of relief. But he got other plan. He came back and asked me to blow him again. I have no choice but to agree. I blow him and make him hard again. This time he entered from back and fuck me in doggy style. After few strokes he finished and collapsed. I got up and cleaned myself. I returned to home after covering everything. Next day he confirmed admission to my son. He invited me again many time, which I never accepted.In between George and Sindhu moved out of Mumbai. I continued. She introduced her self as Crimson, but Chris knew it was just some bullshit stripper name. She was a short Mexican girl, about 23. Her hair was a golden blonde as oppose to her natural black. Her eyes were painted with reddish eye shadow and her lashes were long and heavy, resembling butterfly wings when she batted them. Her lips...oh god her lips. Thick, juicy, pouty lips. They were bright red with a super glossy finish. Her tan was perfect, not a tan line anywhere. Which was a shame,.