Once we entered the room, I hugged her tightly and kissed her face (chin, forehead, nose, and lips). I lifted and took the married marwadi lady to the... bed and kissed her for almost 15 minutes.We stripped our clothes and kissed each other’s bodies from head to toe. I sucked her juicy melons. Wow, what a tasty pair of boobs! It was the best that I had tasted so far.I licked the marwadi lady’s clean shaved pussy. She had a nice creamy pussy. Usually, it smelled weird to others but her pussy. They stared into each other’s eyes as she leaned back and balanced gracefully astride him, her hands resting lightly on his muscular chest as her hips began to undulate slowly. He sighed happily as she began to move faster, her tight pussy gliding up and down his length. Tearing his eyes away from her beautiful face, he gazed at her magnificently toned teenage body, as she rode him expertly. She moved with a sinuous grace that accentuated the strong muscles in her perfect physique, and his gaze. She gathered things that she would need, a pink candle for love, a red candle for lust and some incense. Keith's dagger, and a red satin cloth to use on the little make shift altar she had set up. She found one of Keith's CDs. It was dark demonious sounding music. She set everything out on the altar. At that moment Keith walked through the door."Did you get the dirt?" she asked him."Yea, just in time too. The cemetery caretaker was just about to close and lock the gate. He thinks I went to. "Sandy stopped, her fork halfway to her mouth. "You hate Christmas? Howcan anyone hate Christmas?"He shrugged his shoulders. "Well I do. It's an excuse for businesses topersuade you to buy a whole load of stuff you don't want or need. Peopleend up getting into debt for the rest of the year to pay for it all.TheSamaritans take more calls at Christmas than at any other time of theyear because families end up fighting with each other when they get oneach other's nerves. Plus, the whole thing.