Adultery Army Jawan's Wife

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As me and the priest were alone and coming out from the corner, “What is your name?” he asked.  “Meena, Swamiji,” I said.  “By any chance are you a *****?” the priest asked.  “No, I am an Indian,” I said in a strong tone.  “Meena, don’t get me wrong, non-***** girls kissing in the temple is fine with me, and what is such a beautiful girl like you doing with an absolutely ugly guy like this guy, and kissing his lips?” the priest asked.  “He is just my friend, Swamiji,” I said.  “You kiss your friends on their lips?  You want me to believe that?  Look..! I know you are horny, and you are kissing him not because you like him, you are kissing him because you don’t know anyone here, and I can help you with that,” as the priest said, Subba Rao came back, and behind him another beautiful girl in Madisar Saree came along.  Clearly the priest did not like me kissing Subba Rao, so did I, but I had to kiss him in order to calm him down before he blamed me for the problem he has with his wife.