But nothing has ever come from it, in that the bitches just turn and leave when I say that my neighbor bitch is gone on a trip.I have though gotten a ...lot of fantasy masturbation sessions when I freak about one of those friends of her's coming inside and balling me in that house. Yeah... I know, pretty lame... I mean me on the spare bed in that house and jacking my dick to the idea of her lady friends fucking me in that house. Oh if fantasies could come true, god damn it to motherfucking. I love you. How i wish you are mine” she cried. I had to place my mouth on hers as i was now worried whether her moans and cries would be heard by baba!“come to me! Enter me. Take me and make me into a willing woman” she said, her nails scratching away my back. At that time it was pleasant and erotic. Later on, in that sivalik cold, it was burning. I released myself from her, and got between her thighs. I gently lifter her and placing her feet on my shoulders i placed myself in front of her. She was in a pink saree and blouse and her black bra was visible through her flimsy wear. I could see her cleavage through her dress and my dick was getting up slowly.The sun went down and we switched on the light in the coupe. She got up and went to the wash room. I took the opportunity and changed to a lungi from my pant. I felt free now, as my dick had some free space to expand. She came back and on seeing me in my casual wear, said “Oh! So you have changed to a comfortable dress? Yes Madam”. How long have we been out here?”“I don’t know. The sun is really high. You said that you had something in your bag for lunch.”Jos smiled at me, and kind of blushed.“I sort of exaggerated.”“So, you don’t have anything to eat in there?”“Oh, I do. Sort of.”“Would you like to share that ‘sort of’ secret?”“It’s not a secret.”She opened the bag, pulled out a small bottle, then another and another. She set them, in turn, on the towels and smiled at me.“What are those?”“Flavored.