After the ceremony, dinner and dance, it was all over. And, it was kind of a bummer. They left for their honeymoon to Tahiti. Tahiti. That’s a cool ...honeymoon spot! But, it wasn’t the resort. It wouldn’t be the resort.Two days back for the wedding and all the changes I learned about. I thought all about those two days on the drive back to the ranch where I would be staying for a couple days before needing to return to the resort. Changes … so many changes. I couldn’t blame them, though, not. " I went on to tell him about Fred's experience with the local butcher."A'Dare's a thieving bastard Tony, I wouldn't deal with him if he was the last butcher around. I get all of my meat from one of the local cow cockies, it's good quality and he doesn't charge like a wounded bull. He usually comes in for a beer around this time so if you hang around I introduce him to you." Thanks Brian, I'd appreciate that."Dom ordered a couple of beers and we sat sipping them, me very slowly, I'm still a bit. My mom left the house with her car about 8.30 AM every day, when Rahaman Chcha enters the room to lift mom’s bag. Rahaman Chacha our Driver, about 30 years, tall about 6.2 ft, strong and stout black man. His mother was African from Zambia and father from Bangladesh. He is now at India, our driver from the period of my father, he is very faithful to our family. Our house is a palace type. All the servant quarter including the driver’s quarters is in the ground floor. All the day I pass my time. ..”“Yes?”She holds up the circle.“Your...”She closes the circle.“Tight ... little...”She nods.“ ... pussy...”“Yes...?”“With my...”She holds her hands way apart.“Big...”She looks around and then attempts to pinch part of her belly.“Fat...”She nods. Then she tightly grabs my erection.“Cock!” I choke out.She relaxes her grip on me. “Now, all together.”“I feel like I’m rehearsing lines for a bad play.”She squeezes me again. “Say it!”“Um ... I’m going to crawl over there ... and I’m going to ....