Kiss my hole and play with body…and I will be all your forever from now…………”I removed her saree…………then her torn blouse ………�...��..then her bra………….. She was standing in her petticoat only. Her body was shaped like that of a model. I wanted to watch her semi nude body for some time. She got shy and tried to cover her naked breasts from me. Then I went near her, removed her hands and again kissed her nipple. It was hard and poking at me. I pulled the string of her petticoat and it came off in a jiffy. Our sex life has always been great and this is the first story of when it really started to get interesting.We were on holiday in Spain when one day we went on a long walk to explore the area. After a couple of hours walking in the hot sun we were in need of a rest and came across a nice small secluded beach. We decided this was a good place stop so we unpacked our beach gear and sunbathed for a while. After another hour or 2 I started to feel a bit horny and suggested a game of truth or dare. Bobby detected somebody leaning out the window, trying to see if there was anyone out there, hanging on the wall or something. Bobby scrunched harder against the wall and waited to see what might happen.He directed his attention back to the room that he had just jumped from to try to read some minds and find out what was going on. Some idiot asked Iris, the prostitute, why she had shot Joe, and she protested that she had not been the one to shoot him. She said some midget had run into the room. She volunteered to make all the arrangements for a reporting trip for me.I was heading deep into the Wyoming back country. The easy part of thetrip would be New York to Denver, where I'd layover for a night beforeheading north on a puddle-hopping regional airline to Casper. There I'd bemeeting a rancher and flying with him in his two-seater prop for a coupleof hours over the Bighorn Mountains. From experience, I knew that last legcould only nominally be called "flying." It would be more like.