I reached the shop and was waiting for her and I was surprised to see what I saw. Sheela aunty was dresses to kill, she had worn a nice black saree of... thin material, the saree was properly worn and it was tightly warapped and I could clearly see all her curves her long hair was weryt well tied and she had a sleevless blouse. I had met her so many times arelier but never saw her looking so good she smiled at me and came to my table and shook hands and she gave me a gentle squeeze and a naughty. Been through hell though, what with all those scars. Wonder where he got them? Wonder how he got them?"Sure feels good to be clean again, Caleb thought as he put on clean clothes after his bath. Time to talk to Hanson and get this situation with Mary settled. While buckling on his gun belt he noticed his dirty clothes were missing and smiled. Wonder when she came in and got the stuff?He saw Mary heading into the kitchen and motioned her to follow him. Stepping into the dining room, he called in. Our readers will follow us along the only street of this little village, and enter with us one of the houses, which is sunburned to the beautiful dead-leaf color peculiar to the buildings of the country, and within coated with whitewash, like a Spanish posada. A young and beautiful girl, with hair as black as jet, her eyes as velvety as the gazelle's, was leaning with her back against the wainscot, rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of heath blossoms, the flowers of which. The bottom half was roughly as big around as my bicep, the very bottom 6 inches flared out to the base and was almost as big as my thigh. ‘What does she want me to do with this thing?’ I thought to myself. ‘There’s no was I can even take half of this thing.’Mistress Kassy returned with a bottle of lube and handed it to me. “Take your time Rachel, I don’t expect you to be able to take very much of it but it doesn’t hurt anything to practice.”“Yes mistress” I replied while still staring down at.