They would just do it in a way that they never expected.“They believe in self-sacrifice, don’t they? Time to put their flesh where their mouths we...re. Let’s do it. I wonder how dead Sparrows taste? Tough meat or tender?” I chuckled, lending my hand to the work of cleaning and preparing the meat.It was hard work, at least harder than expected, but we got the deed done, and the poor young Sparrow ended up in a nice, hearty stew. We certainly could use the calories, and frankly, it was a decent. Uncle took me to the outskirts of the village where on a hillock was a temple covered with rocks from all sides. When we went there only the temple Poojari was there, we prayed and then Poojari closed the temple doors and left. Uncle told Poojari that we will spend sometime here before we come down to his house. We went round the temple and found it to be a nice place. There was a place where one could wash ones feet before going into the temple. While going round we found another place, almost. His boyish butt sweetly outlined by the pink lace, he was probably about the same size as Tina. Kris clearly thought so too and beckoned to Marcel to join him on the sofa.Kris ran his hand over the skimpy fabric, feeling Marcel’s hard cock, which was protruding out of the waistband of his girlfriend’s tiny knickers.“I love to fuck her in these panties so much, you know.” Kris reached round and caressed Marcel’s bottom making him shudder.“Do you wank in them afterwards?” gasped Marcel.“Yeah, I. And I am twice her age, dark complexioned. I was wondering what made her to behave like this, when she moved up her hand and like stroking a feather, she caressed my penis through my pajamas.A strangled moan escaped my lips. I stopped her hand and managed to mumble “this is not right… we shouldn’t be doing this”She put her other hand on my face and with a mischievous smile, said “ssshhh! It’s okay.. I know you need it and I know I need it. Don’t talk”. She pushed me on the couch and stood. She.