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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Well, it is time to go home. I had spent about four weeks in Vizakhapattinam. It was a great experience by any chance. Last year I suffered from Chikungunya. I still remember the fever and pain. It was so hard even to walk. So, my dad had good sense to send me to Visakhapattinam well ahead of the current monsoon season.
I had never been to AP. I stayed with my cousin Tony. He runs own business at Visakhapattinam. His wife is a nurse. They were too happy to have me as guest for a month. On my first day, I had the pleasure of two Telugu dishes that I loved. They are : Aavakkai pachadi and gonkura chutney. It was so good you know! I wonder how people put Uppuma in dosa and eat it for breakfast? But here that is the way. When in Rome do as the Romans do! I was a bit shy to wash hands after a meal into the plate from which you eat. It is OK here. This is Telugu style.
My cousin showed me fish farms. I was mesmerized by the large rice paddies and the poor people who do the farming stay poor. I met Mr. Rao there. He was so hilarious. Rao runs own IT firm. He was a financial wizard. His company employs 500 engineers. He pays them more than Rs.25000 per month. He collects a small Rs25000 as bond money. It works up to a crore from all of them. This money is then deposited to some financial company. This gives handsome returns for Rao and company. After all if you do not earn money you will go out of business. His company gets IT jobs from everywhere. He does a good job at competitive rates. All are happy. Mr.Rao goes to various engineering colleges for campus recruitment. We need more people like him.
There was something bugging my spider sense. It is almost a month and I have to go home in three days. I haven’t seen a cock here. I never miss a good cock. So, the day before my return to Kottayam, something happened. I had reservation in second class AC compartment in Howra mail. Than, all of a sudden Appooppy called me so that he would join me at Chennai. I was happy. But how come he never told me this before. What could Appooppy be up to? Recently he had been traveling a lot with big suitcases. He never told me what it was all about. So, I thanked God that I will find out what he is up to!
The day before my return, my cousin asked Rao to take me to the ship yard. My joy was the highest. When Mr.Rao arrived, he looked disheveled and tense. I knew it. His boss flew in from Hyderabad and brainstormed everyone about company growth- both in earning and strength. Everything was fine with Mr.Rao. I wanted to hug his head onto my breast. Sweet Rao, show me your cock before I leave. Business proposals and ideas were running through his head, though he was taking me around the shipyard. After an hour I patted on his back to say thank you. I saw something was rest less in the groins. Yes that is it. We went to the car and Rao showed me his cock. I wanted to help him masturbate, and I did. He took me to a good restaurant. But, I did not touch the fish curry. I like Kerala fish curry because there is puli, though we get chilli from Andhra Pradesh.
I slept nicely that night. I go to bed and in twenty minutes, I go to sleep. I was not lucky enough to get the white fluid of Mr.Rao into my pussy. Poor me!
There was more fun in the train. The next day I boarded the Howra mail bound for Thiruvananthapuram or Kochi . It amazes me how the railway allocate seats. I was sitting next to a mallu lady who works in Ranchi . Across me were two gentlemen. One was Surinder, an I T graduate who works in California . Next to him sat Bose from Kolkatta. They were going to Info Park and Techno Park to do business outsourcing. I never knew how interesting it would be to ride with such influential people.
Surinder had a nice smile and a turban. He immediately introduced himself to me and Radha, who joined us at Visakhapattinam. So, all in all, there were three ladies and two men. In other words, there were more pussy than cocks. Just like Kerala.
Sardarji took out an album showing brilliant shots from USA . He had been to Las Vegas many times. He met many beautiful damsels looking for millionaires. He paid US$500 for a helicopter ride to the very bottom of the Grand Canyon . Amazing Sardarji. Lucky is the woman in whose fingers Sardarji slips a ring. Not me, I am jealous. At dusk, Sardarji slipped into a pajama and the balls were really big. The cock is seven inch or longer. After dinner, I climbed to my top berth. Radha occupied the bottom birth across from Sardarji. I went to the washroom at 10 PM and saw Sardarji looking at the ankle of Radha. So nice and beautiful. I said a prayer and retired to the berth.
My spider sense started bothering me again. I knew something was up. I looked around. Nothing at all. Everyone were reclining. I remembered it was Chithra Pournami. The moon light peeped through the glass window onto Radha. Sadarji was having a good time seeing the beauty of Radha. But, wait, my senses were right. I heard a commotion at 5AM. Radha had a sharp pain in the ankle. That woke her up and asked me to help. What could I do? I rubbed Tiger balm onto her spindle ankle. Then I went back to sleep. A little later, I saw Sardarji massaging Radha’s ankle. It didn’t stop there. Sardarji’s hand moved up the leg, onto the thighs and into the groin area. Like a snake catching its prey, his arm did everything. Her panty was pulled down and his fingers pushed the pussy very well. Then he smelled his fingers in appreciation. Good job, well done. The moon was fading, but the light was still there. Awesome cithara pournami.
In the morning I asked Radha , if she enjoyed the ride? Yes she did.
I asked myself to take it easy. I didn’t gain anything. Soon I have to get down at Ernakulam South. Is Appooppy anywhere on this train? I don’t care.
I am back home. My dad asked me how the life was at Visakhapattinam? Awesome! Lucky for me, I didn’t get chickunguniya this season.
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