How are you Manoj, Namaste Babhi” I greeted them.Sushma was absolutely fabulous. She was clad decently in a Parrot green saree and matching blouse, ...thick tresses of jet black hair was cascading on her shoulder and resting high on her firm and melon sized boob. She was ravishing and looked absolutely innocent ….. until you looked into her eyes. Those large eyes, black as coal, sparkled with naughtiness and mischief.Is she the same lady who told me that she loves flashing her boobs to sales. I had been standing there with the carrier under one arm, and my hands stuffed in my pockets, trying to hide the raging hard on that the girl had given me. I thought, what the hell. I'd tried to leave gracefully. I gave Alex a shrug and said, "OK then."I unbuttoned my roomy cargo jeans and let them fall off my slim hips. Then, before they could see the obscene bulge in my shorts, I shoved my underpants to the floor and straightened up. I had to lift my arm out of the way in order to let my cock. The range of the pistol had increased too and with the new barrel the accuracy was a lot better.Sure to her word, the woman visiting Singapore had come up with about five thousand dollars worth of pure gold minibars, which were hidden in my belt and weighed under a pound.I carried a seven-day ration pack distributed in my pack, as well as my sleeping-bag and a small tent, all camouflaged. I only took one change of clothing, so I would have to wash one, wear one routine. The pack wasn't a. Sure my hips and butt moved a bit more, side to side, and yes, the feeling of movement was different, with things jiggling and moving around, but all in all, it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. I walked back to the bed and picked up the hair dryer/styler and returned to the mirror. For about 20 minutes, I tried every style and setting on that thing, finally deciding on a length down to the middle of my back and slightly wavy, and blonde for a color. Not platinum blonde but more like a.