As my parents are too superstitious they too believed this saint. 100%. The called him guruji. They believe whatever blunders that the saint says. Lik...e 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. "Eat your food." Okay," I said doubtfully. I wasn't one to try too much foreign cooking. Fat back and beans and poke salad was fine for me. If I wanted something fancy, I get me some ham and okra. Then I took a taste. My mouth went to heaven all by its own self. Whatever that stuff was, it was good. "Holy cow!" I grinned. " This is really good." I reached for another one and got my knuckles cracked. It didn't hurt, but it made me draw back."Don't be such a redneck. Let a lady have a bite. This. I knew what she wanted, so I removed the covers hiding my crotch. I was in extremely light PJ shorts, my cock tented my shorts to the max. It was demonstrated appreciation, in a form Abril’s live-in girlfriend could not give her.Abril’s frown turned upside down. That quickly she switched to “happy kitty” and gave an encore of the prancing, which she was sure I appreciated.This was a job for her. I was the boss. We both stressed that to others. But in private we played it like a brother and. She had just gotten comfortable when she realized that she’d almost drank her entire glass of wine, and she unrolled her body to make a trip to the kitchen to grab the rest of the bottle. She’d gotten into the habit of a half of a bottle a night, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to drink more, especially as the days grew longer and she stayed out on the deck longer. Soon the familiar, slightly out-of-body experience took over. The slight buzz, the soft breeze, the chattering birds, and the.