Buried deep in a triangular patch of tightly curled and trimmed jet black hair is nirvana. When she stands naked, looking from the front, I can just b...rely make out the labia that extend out from her soft pitch black mass of hair. The color is a rich brownish pink.Looking from the back I can see the brown pucker that is the opening to her back side and just below that are her labia. From the back they form a beautiful soft groove that drives me nuts. With a slight bend at the waist, she opens. Uske bad uncle or aunty ne muje apne pass bulaya or mujse naam pucha or kayi sawaal kiye.baaton baaton me pata chala choti ladki ka naam chaaya tha or badi wali ka naam preet tha. Thodi der me me un sab se openly bat kar paa raha tha.pata nahi par shayad me uncle aunty ko accha laga,shayad mere nature or innocent chehre se unhe aesa laga.pata nahi par wo bahut hi pyaar se pash aa rahe the. Wo log bahut acche the. Muje aunty ne khane ko pucha to mene mana kiya par aunty ko pata chala ki mere. A baby-grand piano tinkled by a very small dance-floor and through the large picture window was a grand view of Sydney Harbour Bridge.Through the meal they had chatted with small talk; both avoiding the topic that was foremost on their mind.The bubbly was soon finished and Ben ordered a bottle of Australian Chardonnay. Ben raised his glass to hers in a toast, “When In Rome!”Jessica’s eyes met her father’s, “Oh yes, definitely Ben.”In that moment the doubt nagging Ben evaporated; even more so. Once again, I said, "OK". I didn't care if she was married. I still planned on fucking her well. "When I told you I was texting my friend. I was actually texting my husband". "Did you send pictures of me to your husband"? "Yes", she said. "Why", I asked. She went on to tell me that she and her husband were in an open relationship and that he enjoyed when she spent time with other men. I was slightly surprised by this. I had a lot of experience with cuck couples but, she didn't give me the hot.