” I glance down at her chest – um, name tag – “... Kerri.” She smiles and we each bid each other a good day. As I exit the doors of the lobb...y, I turn sideways for a final glace at the checkout desk, fiddling with the small square package in my pocket. “Well, you're not Asian,” I mutter under my breath, making sure no one else is too close, “but I'd sure like to use this condom with you, Miss Kerri!”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As the day progresses, I can hardly pay attention to anything during my meetings. I was irritated and least interested in listening to talks of either politics or the village stories. I told my parents that I’m going for a walk and left. I had called my 2 closest buddies in the village. Whenever I go there I do that.They were Kishore and Sidharth. Honestly, in many villages, you find the cultural bond irrespective of your religion or status. It is hard to find that much intimacy in cities (I’m not denying its there).So briefly about them, Kishore was the son of a farmer. Iworship body of man.I pray to Cock Almighty that thisworshiper's mouth be filled with theSemen of men, that this worshiper'sbelly be filled with the Semen of men.I pray to Cock Almighty that thisworshiper be used as a vessel forthe Semen of men.Cock, between the legs of man, hasgraced this life with Holy Lust. May Ihonor this Gift and live by It. As Itake the Seed of man give me to feelthe Power of Cock baptizing me,embracing me, consuming me, fillingmy soul with the Light and Fire. I slowly slipped my hands inside her jeans and it was so wet inside.I played with her pussy its so soft and her lips are bulky. I massaged her clit and fingered in her pussy.I removed her jeans and pants, and slowly went down kissing from neck to boobs to navel and finally her vagina. Her legs are on my shoulders and I was between her legs eating all that pussy and sucking all juices, she was moaning hard like ummm aaah… and played my tongue inside her and felt the warm juice inside her and.