12-11-2025, 11:21 PM
## Update 116: The Allure of Kamala Kaki (Avi & Kamala Kaki)
After talking with Meena Chachi about fucking Rati's ganď yesterday, I went toward the fields in the evening as usual. Chacha was doing his accounts in the small house built in the fields. I sat with Chacha for a while, making small talk, and then I stood up, pretending to stretch. I started walking around the vast fields. As I was walking, my steps naturally led me into the mango orchard. Both women and men were working diligently among the trees. I walked up to them and started talking, showing interest in their progress. Mona's mother-in-law was also there; her name was Kamala. I walked over and started a conversation with her.
"How are you, Kaki?" I asked Kamala, using the respectful term for a woman her age.
Kamala smiled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "I'm fine, Avi. When did you come out to the fields?"
I had been to Mona's new house several times for the wedding ceremonies, so I had quickly become familiar with Kamala Kaki. And since I was the owner's nephew, effectively representing the boss, Kaki spoke to me politely and with deference.
"I just came. I thought," I paused, letting my eyes glance meaningfully at her breasts, "I'd pick some mangoes before heading back home."
"Do you like our mangoes that much?" Kamala asked, chuckling softly.
"Yes, but the ones right here look a little raw still," I observed.
"There are some perfectly ripe mangoes on the far side of the fields. Go and pick them there; the tree is loaded," Kamala suggested.
"Now, in such a big field, Kaki, how will I ever find that specific tree with the ripe mangoes?" I asked, feigning helplessness.
"Don't worry, I'll show you. Come with me," Kamala said, laying her tools down.
I immediately started walking with Kamala Kaki. Kamala Kaki was walking in front, leading the way, and I was walking directly behind her. While walking, I fixed my gaze on Kamala Kaki's ass and started enjoying the sight of it shaking and swaying with every step she took. Kaki's ass was perfectly round and plump, filling out her clothes beautifully. *Anyone who saw Kaki's ganď once would instantly be consumed by the thought of fucking it at least once.*
After walking for a while, we came to the other side of the fields, where the mango trees grew even denser. There were only the two of us on this side of the orchard now. Kaki stopped and pointed out the tree with the ripe mangoes. I quickly climbed the tree and started picking the fruit. The mangoes weren't *completely* ripe, but they were certainly good enough. I picked the mangoes and started dropping them to Kamala Kaki below. In a short while, I had picked enough mangoes for my family and friends.
I looked down to hand the last mango to Kaki. When I looked down, Kaki wasn't standing there. *I thought she was here just a moment ago, so where did she suddenly go?* The trees were very dense in this part of the orchard, so I couldn't see Kaki anywhere through the leaves. After a brief pause, Kaki emerged from behind a thick tree trunk and walked back toward me.
"Kaki, where did you go? I was getting worried here, thinking you'd left me," I called down from the tree.
"Nowhere, beta. I just went behind that tree to pee," Kamala replied simply.
"You could have just told me you needed to go," I said, climbing down with the sack of mangoes.
Changing the subject and dusting her hands off, "Avi, did you pick enough mangoes?" Kamala asked.
"Yes, I did. Let's go now, Kaki," I said, tying the sack closed.
"Let's just rest for a while, beta. I'm very tired," Kamala said, sinking onto the grass beneath the shade of the tree.
"Okay," I agreed instantly, setting the sack down.
We sat under the tree together and started resting.
"Kaki, you should seriously think about stopping this manual labor now," I suggested, looking concerned.
"Why, beta?" Kamala asked, fanning herself with a leaf.
"You get tired so quickly. How will you keep working like this every day?" I pressed.
"What can I do, beta? I have to do it. If I don't work and earn money, how will my family run?" Kamala sighed, looking distressed.
"But you get tired so quickly," I repeated, shaking my head.
"When my son got married to Mona, I thought my daughter-in-law would take over the housework. But she doesn't do anything; she just sits all day and expects to be served. I have to do all the housework too. That's why I get tired quickly, working here and at home," Kamala explained sadly.
"Why don't you do one thing, Kaki? Bring your daughter-in-law, Mona, to the fields with you. She'll help you here with the work. And she'll also get paid," I suggested, planting a seed of opportunity.
"She won't agree to work here either, Avi," Kamala said skeptically.
"Tell her that she can keep all the money she earns from the fields for herself. She'll definitely agree to that," I advised.
"That's a good idea. We'll try this too," Kamala agreed, nodding her head slowly.
Kamala finally stood up. "Come on, Avi, let's go now. It's getting late."
"Yes, let's go." *(Internal thought: If Mona agrees to this, I'll pluck her chooť's mangoes in this very orchard, in this isolation.)*
We came back to the fields where the other women were working. Then in the evening, I came home with Chacha, my thoughts already planning the next move.
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After talking with Meena Chachi about fucking Rati's ganď yesterday, I went toward the fields in the evening as usual. Chacha was doing his accounts in the small house built in the fields. I sat with Chacha for a while, making small talk, and then I stood up, pretending to stretch. I started walking around the vast fields. As I was walking, my steps naturally led me into the mango orchard. Both women and men were working diligently among the trees. I walked up to them and started talking, showing interest in their progress. Mona's mother-in-law was also there; her name was Kamala. I walked over and started a conversation with her.
"How are you, Kaki?" I asked Kamala, using the respectful term for a woman her age.
Kamala smiled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "I'm fine, Avi. When did you come out to the fields?"
I had been to Mona's new house several times for the wedding ceremonies, so I had quickly become familiar with Kamala Kaki. And since I was the owner's nephew, effectively representing the boss, Kaki spoke to me politely and with deference.
"I just came. I thought," I paused, letting my eyes glance meaningfully at her breasts, "I'd pick some mangoes before heading back home."
"Do you like our mangoes that much?" Kamala asked, chuckling softly.
"Yes, but the ones right here look a little raw still," I observed.
"There are some perfectly ripe mangoes on the far side of the fields. Go and pick them there; the tree is loaded," Kamala suggested.
"Now, in such a big field, Kaki, how will I ever find that specific tree with the ripe mangoes?" I asked, feigning helplessness.
"Don't worry, I'll show you. Come with me," Kamala said, laying her tools down.
I immediately started walking with Kamala Kaki. Kamala Kaki was walking in front, leading the way, and I was walking directly behind her. While walking, I fixed my gaze on Kamala Kaki's ass and started enjoying the sight of it shaking and swaying with every step she took. Kaki's ass was perfectly round and plump, filling out her clothes beautifully. *Anyone who saw Kaki's ganď once would instantly be consumed by the thought of fucking it at least once.*
After walking for a while, we came to the other side of the fields, where the mango trees grew even denser. There were only the two of us on this side of the orchard now. Kaki stopped and pointed out the tree with the ripe mangoes. I quickly climbed the tree and started picking the fruit. The mangoes weren't *completely* ripe, but they were certainly good enough. I picked the mangoes and started dropping them to Kamala Kaki below. In a short while, I had picked enough mangoes for my family and friends.
I looked down to hand the last mango to Kaki. When I looked down, Kaki wasn't standing there. *I thought she was here just a moment ago, so where did she suddenly go?* The trees were very dense in this part of the orchard, so I couldn't see Kaki anywhere through the leaves. After a brief pause, Kaki emerged from behind a thick tree trunk and walked back toward me.
"Kaki, where did you go? I was getting worried here, thinking you'd left me," I called down from the tree.
"Nowhere, beta. I just went behind that tree to pee," Kamala replied simply.
"You could have just told me you needed to go," I said, climbing down with the sack of mangoes.
Changing the subject and dusting her hands off, "Avi, did you pick enough mangoes?" Kamala asked.
"Yes, I did. Let's go now, Kaki," I said, tying the sack closed.
"Let's just rest for a while, beta. I'm very tired," Kamala said, sinking onto the grass beneath the shade of the tree.
"Okay," I agreed instantly, setting the sack down.
We sat under the tree together and started resting.
"Kaki, you should seriously think about stopping this manual labor now," I suggested, looking concerned.
"Why, beta?" Kamala asked, fanning herself with a leaf.
"You get tired so quickly. How will you keep working like this every day?" I pressed.
"What can I do, beta? I have to do it. If I don't work and earn money, how will my family run?" Kamala sighed, looking distressed.
"But you get tired so quickly," I repeated, shaking my head.
"When my son got married to Mona, I thought my daughter-in-law would take over the housework. But she doesn't do anything; she just sits all day and expects to be served. I have to do all the housework too. That's why I get tired quickly, working here and at home," Kamala explained sadly.
"Why don't you do one thing, Kaki? Bring your daughter-in-law, Mona, to the fields with you. She'll help you here with the work. And she'll also get paid," I suggested, planting a seed of opportunity.
"She won't agree to work here either, Avi," Kamala said skeptically.
"Tell her that she can keep all the money she earns from the fields for herself. She'll definitely agree to that," I advised.
"That's a good idea. We'll try this too," Kamala agreed, nodding her head slowly.
Kamala finally stood up. "Come on, Avi, let's go now. It's getting late."
"Yes, let's go." *(Internal thought: If Mona agrees to this, I'll pluck her chooť's mangoes in this very orchard, in this isolation.)*
We came back to the fields where the other women were working. Then in the evening, I came home with Chacha, my thoughts already planning the next move.
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