When you learn to drive the tractor, you will be taking hay and other things to Mrs. Grinsted and you can bet you are going to be one fucked little wh...ite boy. Now you better get in that house and get you some food cause you gona need your strength.At the mention of food my belly started sending signals thinking my throat been cut. Food was the last thing that had been on my mind since my last meal. I took off in a hurry to get my supper. I went in the kitchen door after scrapping my brogans. We all were kind of naughty cousins, we discussed about boyfriends and girlfriends etc (slowly of course) and we slept late.Disha was wearing a salwar and she slept soon. She was looking so cute when she was asleep. I tried to look at her cleavage but she had covered till her neck with bed sheet. Disappointingly I slept with only imagination. After some time she put her hand across the pillow and her arms were touching my shoulder. All this while I didn’t have the idea of fucking her because. I couldn't tell her I was jealous and hurt. "Great! Where are we going?" I asked as we headed for our cars. As long as I was with Connie, I was fine, I could handle being out in public. "I thought we'd have a drink at Bristols then decide." I was surprised she'd forgotten. "I can't go out for a drink." "Of course you can." She insisted. Then she remembered. "Oh, here." She opened her purse and took out a folded piece of paper. "What's this?" I took it from her. "Open it and see." She waited. She was grasping my hair while I was squeezing her waist hard. With each passing moment Sarayu was opening up more and more playing with my tongue and pulling me towards her.I broke the kiss and and looked into her eyes and moved back. I saw Sarayu breathing hard, was all sweaty and her saree loose around the waist. She was looking at me as if asking me what have you done. Her eyes slowly broke the gaze and she looked down feeling shy I think at her passion.I did not speak anything for a few.