The evening is warm enough to where Ms. E can wear a dress and MK, a light shirt. She emerges from the bathroom, stunning in a long white linen gown, ...wo sides criss-crossed over her chest like a robe, held together by a slender belt at her waist. The design cuts low enough across her chest to reveal a seductive hollow between her breasts. Below the belt, her gown parts to offer glimpses of her toned, glistening thigh. Red heels finish off the outfit.“Wow! You are magnificent my dear.” He. I entered my lund in the sajida’s gaand but it was easy to insert than abida’s as i had fucked a lot sajida’s gaand, she was saying something like that “sana zor say maro gaand meri, aaj cream lagaanay say to bohut maza aa raha hai, sana tumhara lund piston ki tarha meri gaand kay ander aur bahir jaa raha hai” “poora lund meri gaand main dalo, aik inch bhi bahir na rahay, tumhara lund gannay(sugarcane) ki tarha ras say bhara hua hai, ummmmmmm ummmm chodo mujhay, yeh gaand hamesha tumhari hai is. The next day at around 12 noon, we were sitting in a restaurant having tea and a bun, and she outlined her plan, she was going to call to our house before my husband went out, but I had to make sure I told him I was going to visit my friend, so they would be alone in the house together, don't say you know I'm calling she told me, ok I replied, we have to do the same thing she told me, you have to go to my house, and pretend your calling to see me, with no panties on either, ill let my son see. It’s a paradox for sure. But painting is my meditation. I don’t know where I’d be without it. At this point, you’re probably wondering,- Nicole, what is your book about anyway? You’ve already told us it wasn’t about your relationship with your mother, and it isn’t about your painting career. Does it have a point, and are you ever going to get to it? The answer, my friend is likely as not, no. If there is a point, I may never get around to telling you just what it is because I’m kind of like.