Despair heavy on his soul. Few people walked through the heavy timber of the Ilini country. The trees and tangled underbrush too difficult to travel, ...navigation too hard. Any paths that existed were either wandering game trails that went nowhere, or worse human walkways that led to people who would kill him on sight. Avoiding those same paths, meant struggling through tangled briers and vines that made walking very difficult, even painful. It was so much simpler to travel by water in any kind. Aur mujhe ek baat samjhaye.Papa: sun beti… sex se bhi jyada maza sistakiyon main hai. Jab bhi tu chudegi… jor jor se siskariya lena… taki lage ke tu bahut garam hai aur uska lund sirf tere liye hai. Fir mauke bahut milengeMe: thik hai papa … samjhiPapa: chut ache se shave ki haiMe: (haste hue) han papa … dekhni hai kya.Fir hum thodi der ke baad hum mantriji ke farm house main paunche, maine apni makeup check ki, papa ne mere dress ko thodi neeche kheech liye… taki cleavage kuch jyada dikhe.Fir. She straddled me and ground my pelvis with her groin. It was too much. I playfully tossed her to the ground and tickled her. She squirmed away and jumped on my back. I could feel her warm muff through her panties. I shook her off onto the bed, her small frame seemed weightless. I jumped on her and rolled her on top of me. She had calmed down for a moment. She laid her head on my shoulder and kissed me. I kissed her back. She grabbed my hand and pulled up her dress. I needed no more guidance,. Muje kuch samajme nahi araha tha. Kay karu. Mera lund bhi sambhal nahi raha tha. Fir himat kar ke me moni ke pass jake let gaya. Moni ne kuch nahi kaha thodi der bad maine apna pair ke anguthe se uske per ko dhire se touch kiya muje aisa laga jase mere sarir me 400 volt ka karant laga ho. Fir dhire dhie mene mere per se moni ke pair ko sahla ne laga uska sarir kafi garam lag raha tha jaise 100 Dig. Ka bukhar chada ho dusri taraf mene himmat karke mera ek hat uske hath par rah dia usne mera.