back. In agitation, she held her breath ... The man slowly pulled the bucket out of the well. Evelyn got down on her knees and spread her overhanging branches. She had completely forgotten about caution, and it did not occur to her that she would have thought any native to see a white lady peeping through a hole in the hedge of a white lady had he passed through here.

Meanwhile, the man took off his turban and untied the belt on his pants. Baggy pants fell, he stepped over them, picked it up and threw it on a stone at the well. Evelyn squeezed her mouth with her hand, her heart pounded with incredible speed ... For the first time in her life, she looked at a naked man.

Before her stood a thaler - - tall, slim, muscular. His skin was the color of milk chocolate. He turned to face her and Evelyn was amazed to see that something like a pipe was stretching parallel to his strong hips from the bottom of his stomach. “This is his penis,” Evelyn flashed through her head. Of course, she had to see THIS at the horses. She even knew that in horses this organ has an amazing property of changing its size and shape. She knew that in a few seconds he could increase several times, stay in this state for quite a long time, and then suddenly cringe and hide. She also remembered how one girl told her that if a male member in a raised position touches a woman, she will have a child. "What if he touches me now?" - - Evelyn's stomach ached from fear. Instinctively, she even more bent down to the ground in order to somehow protect herself from the organ possessing such mystical power ...

Thalec slowly scooped a mug of water from a bucket and poured it on his chest. The water was not cool, the well warmed by the sun, but even at a distance Evelyn felt clean jets refreshing and pleasantly tickling the body. One mug followed the other, and suddenly Evelyn noticed that the genital organ of the thallus began to stretch and rise. After a few moments, he was already far ahead and slightly up. Trembling, he seemed eager to tense up even more ... Now he looked like a thick, polished cane made of durable wood. The similarity with the stick was enhanced by the fact that the swollen member ended in a head that looked like a rounded knob of a cane. Evelyn was struck by the color tone: the skin on the penis was brown, and on the knob-head it was pink-red. Each portion of the water, falling on a revived cane, made male prowess shudder nervously. Evelyn thought that a mighty body wants to separate from the body, break the connection with it ...

The man took the penis in his hand and gently pulled the skin to the base. Evelyn saw that a head that was tense to the limit was divided by something like a bridle. Rubbing his cock, the thaler poured a full cup of water on him. And again the rebellious flesh twitched, swollen blue veins were visible ... Evelyn struggled to restrain herself. She wanted to get through the hedge and touch a strange brownish organ. But, as before, the fear of the power and the mysterious power of the male member kept her in place. “Maybe the witch force of this body is so great that even if you just look at it, then something has to happen?” Thought Evelyn. At this thought, her fright turned into a real horror, she straightened up and without looking back ran to the house.

Finding herself in her room, Evelyn closed the door tightly and lay down on the bed. Her body was burning. She could not figure out what was happening to her. Then she wanted to scratch her skin, then slap herself on the face, then throw herself on the floor and roll on the carpet. The sensation in the chest was especially acute: both breasts swelled up, as ripe as fruits ready to fall from a tree. Leaping out of bed, Evelyn headed for her mother's room.

- - God, my girl, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?

- - No, Mom, I'm fine. I just dozed off and saw a bad dream.

Mrs. Bellingham sighed with relief.

“Evelyn, listen, Mrs. Crowe and I have agreed to go to the city.” If you don’t have to do it, maybe you will stay with little Johnny?

Evelyn did not notice that her nephew, who had just turned six years old, was sitting on a chair in a corner.

- - Of course, Mom. When are you gonna come back?

- - to CHAPTER THREE

Legend claims that when Ulysses returned to his native Ithaca after long wanderings, the first to greet him there were dogs. Similar circumstances marked the return of Colonel Bellingham. Even before the sentries on duty at the main garrison gate stood at attention, a dozen skinny mongrel dogs barked to the county about the return of the mission from Sahraj.

The gate swung open before the arrivals. The Colonel himself followed first on them on the merina kaura suit, followed by him, also on horseback, - a group of junior officers, the English, and then marched the ranks of the foot soldiers-natives. Everyone looked tired. On the parade ground the procession stopped, a major-scotchman approached the colonel:

- - Welcome, sir. Did everything go well?

- - Yes thank you. There is, however, one detail, but unimportant. I'll tell you later in detail.

The bearded Sikh soldier grabbed the horse by the bridle and held the stirrup so that the colonel would be more comfortable going down to the ground. Bellingham nodded to the young officers, making it clear that he instructed them to dismiss the soldiers at the barracks. He was to report to the general, but he decided that he would have time on his way to go to the officer meeting club and drink something refreshing there.

The soldiers waited patiently. Finally, the command was heard:

- - At ease! Break up!

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Evelyn knew that Abulscher was back. This day stretched like never before. She managed to catch a glimpse of him near the stables, and she managed to tell him that she would come after dinner, at eleven in the evening, to the clearing by the stream. He didn’t like Evelyn to make appointments beforehand, but she was sure that he would not dare to refuse her. And now, soon, in a few minutes, it’s time to go there. Evelyn reached out on the bed. Waiting for a close meeting caused a painful burning sensation in a place that has long craved a man ...

She decided to look at herself in the mirror by candlelight. She put the candlesticks on either side of the mirror and pulled a shirt over her head. She always liked to look at her body, but after her life changed, she was more likely to do it. It seemed to her that every meeting with Abulscher leaves on her body, if not very noticeable, but a new trace. Is it possible that what he did with her breasts, with her buttocks, with intimate folds at the bottom - is there really not even weak marks from that?

But no matter how she looked at the reflection, no changes could be detected. As before, the elongated neck smoothly passes into rounded shoulders ... The same large breasts, which, in this light, seem like two large pears. If you move a candle, it is higher, then lower, then the shadows of the breasts are reduced, then lengthened ... You can choose any shape ... And the waist has not changed at all - - just as thin. Even, perhaps, too thin - because it is she who has to maintain this voluminous bust. Slowly turning, Evelyn examined the back, smooth, with barely visible muscles, and bulging-solid balls of the buttocks, supported by strong and wide hips ... And surprisingly slender, long legs.

Of course, you can't call her body absolutely perfect. But ideally beautiful female bodies are only at the marble statues. In her own body - Evelyn now knew it - - was all that was needed for the love and harmony of connecting with a man.

She put the candlestick on the table and took a small ceramic vessel. This vessel gave her Miana, it was a mixture of flower oils. Miana said that it was customary in India to rub these oils before the wedding night.

Ebbing a little oil into her palm, Evelyn began rubbing her chest, stomach, ... Read more →