"Where is the helmet of Jin?"      No sooner than the knock came the voice. Ja Lia was sure who that was. Of course, twas one of his brothers. The eldest. He was always upfront because he always wanted to have the greatest part of the share. What a greedy asshole he was.       "Don't stop."     The lady was still sucking his cock. The pleasure was taunting. She didn't need him to tell her in the first place. She wouldn't stop of course. Even if he did want her to stop, she wouldn't. She was bent on making him feel what she had felt while he was riding her.       "Won't you open up now, Ja?"      The voice came again. He didn't care. The brother should stand there for all he did care. He was doing what was more important to him. He had never felt that kinda pleasure. Not in a very long time.

      "Keep walking, Lia, will catch up soon."    He wasn't sure if he heard him. Ja Lia seemed to be really in a haste. He didn't know why though but twas kinda a plus to him. He loved to have it that way.      He changed his route and edged towards the lady he had seen earlier. She was standing under a tree after he had called at her. He didn't know why she had chosen to be there.      He walked briskly. He looked at his front occasionally to be sure that Lia was not looking at the back. He saw him look back and halted. He didn't seem to had looked at him but twas better for him to be sure.     Ja Lia kept on walking till he was lost to the height of the hay. He couldn't see him any more and that was the best time for him to have his way with the lady.      He arrived before her and was met by

    "Help me, help me. Hope he doesn't chew me raw."    He muttered as he dragged towards Ja Lia's house. It seemed more like a ritual to have a tree in the front of all the houses in the village. Hardly would you go to a house without a tree planted probably few metres away from the huts. He would still have to make quite the researches on it to understand what give birth to it. He knew that twas more than the ordinary.     Back in China, they don't fancy things like that. The only thing they could never toss aside was were their private spiritual places. Beyond that, they would never take other things seriously. Also, their cultures did have a special place in their hearts. He did wish that the fellows living in his present place had cultures. He couldn't point at an act as their culture.     They seemed really loose. A typical person could come up with an idea. If such idea

        "What in the wide world."     She smiled at him again. It seemed as though she had smiled at him in the first place and he had ignored, but that time he didn't know if he would be courageous enough to ignore again. He wished he would be.      He tried to concentrate and looked away from her. She seemed too hot to be ignored. He could feel her heat over his body even without moving closer to see. She was some real Psychopath to had done that at that time. Hell!    He kept muttering to himself to be sane. He needed to be. He kept telling him to ignore and concentrate on what he had come there for. He didn't think that would be way easy for him to do. But he would try it.         The more he tried the weaker he seemed. He didn't want to give up trying. He should be able to fight the feelings as the eldest of the family

         "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!"    He could make that into series of songs but that wasn't the best time for it. He was more than confused. He was trying not to be vexed. Even if he was vexed there was nothing he could had done about it.       He was skeptical. Didn't they seem him. Alright, let's assume that they had been or were blinded by the rage of smoke, didn't they feel like they were trampling on something? How crazy and dimwitted they were.      If he hadn't been conscious of his position on the floor, they would probably had crushed his testicles. He should probably be dead from the pain which did complement the horror of the aforementioned.     He was more than vexed but there was simply nothing he could do about. He tried standing. He wasn't himself anymore. He was hoping that all would be well again