Janice stumbled forward, but caught herself as she ran into someone. "Sorry," she gasped out."Sorry," I said as well as I steadied my friend. "I wasn'... watching where I was going."The response was a giggle. "Oh, you've wanted to jump me for a year now," Brittany replied."Brit!" I called out."I beat you to the door," she said. "But there's a bit of a crowd trying to get into the nursery. That's why I had stopped." Sorry," I repeated.Brittany reached around Janice and grabbed me. She pulled me. My wife got down on her knees and kissed his thighs while looking up at his face. She then went in for the kill.Watching on my phone, I got a complete zoomed in profile view of my wife shoving his skinny white cock into her mouth. I was guessing he was about 6“ hard, as she went balls deep into her mouth. Jake placed his hands on my wife’s head and it bobbed up and down on his crotch. She would lift up every once in a while and look him in the face as she took long slow licks of his entire cock. ”I picked up the box and noticed the yellowed edges of the paste board, “definitely old,” I thought, and looked at the woman’s face searching the deep recess of my memories of that night in 1967 when Trisha and I had become intimate in that theater. Looking at the model on the box I studied her hair style. “It is not exactly like hers,” I thought. Yet her facial structure looked exactly as I remembered her.“It is impossible,” I thought as I studied the image. The models lips were exactly as I. I put 3 knots. I said, now you are my wife Rupa! She gave small shy smile. I then kissed the part where the mangalasutra touches her neck. She moaned I showed her flowers and she turned back. I put them in her hair and kissed on them. I then took the other Mangalasutra that dad gave and tied that one also. I said" I want dad also to have fair partShe now closed her eye I took tilak and put on her fore head. Kissed the tilak Kissed her eyes, ears. I then removed the loose end of the saree. It.