"C'est ton divorce qui te travail comme ça?" Lui demandais je"Et bien oui tu sais que pour une femme comme moi c'est dur de digérer une telle chose,... j'était tranquille dans ma vie avec mes enfants, un mari qui me comblait une belle maison et la ..."Elle s'arrêta de me raconter ça et moi dit:"Ca n'intéresse pas un garçon de ton age mes histoire de cœur c'est stupide de t'en parler" Non au contraire, cela fait assez de temps que l'on ce connais pour que tu peux me parler sans que cela sorte de. Fall came and we were able to take a crop of wheat. I made a wooden sickle which made the chore easier but it was still some of the hardest work I had ever done. We had to race the animals for our wheat as they liked it as much as we. It made hunting easy and we smoked deer meat and tanned hides. I made some rope by braiding strips into one piece about thirty feet long. I made other ropes for lashing. Elena made bags for our wheat with other hides. She made me some pants to replace my original. Then she pulled the pallu down and open her blouse to reveal the red push up bra, I couldn’t control myself at the view of those big boobs and I jumped on them like a hungry animal. and I was kissing the one while pressing the other one and in this rage I tore her bra in one pull (she said oh shit ). I was not in a mood to stop at anything. I went down and kissed her navel for some time.Then I pulled her saree out, now she was on her lehenga, I tried to remove the knot of the lehenga but it was. Lucky enough, Carrie and I were called to check in first. As we walked deeper into the check in location, I took in the open room, which was mostly outside with a roof. It was the typical Caribbean colors with a tile floor. Pictures and beautiful plants were all around. The check in desk wasn’t like a usual hotel. There two chairs where you sat as you checked in. Carrie and I sat down as the waiter refilled our drinks. Carrie was busy looking to see what was beyond the check in point. The.