Kali momi ku genhuthilu na. Haan adha dina kare. Kali sabu dekhidela naa. Haan tora khali genhibaku mana naa. Haan tuki dekhile mo banda khali uchanna...heuchi genhibaku. Genhiba mazza jia thare paichi puni momi ku Sei ki sambhaliba. Didi thare khali purei genhi debi dekhiba daily kahiba genhi baku. Raju mo gown ku teki dei mo bia bala sahit bia ku muthei dharila. Mote siri siri lagila. Gown ku pura teki dei mo doodha ku chipila. Mu ta banda jora jora kari daluthili Seia saana saaansa hei mu bia. The woman looked towards the camera, she was oriental, dressed in some kind of leather outfit made entirely of straps. She looked back at the girl and reaching over, pulled the hood from her head. Brown hair flowed down, now free from the hood. The woman grasped the girl's extended jaw, there was a large rubber prod in her mouth held there by straps, and turned her face towards the camera. Carl tried to leap from the chair, almost knocking himself over, the girl's eyes were shut, her face. It was a fairly plain one with the message ‘Be My Valentine’. Inside the card was blank except for the hand-written words ‘Remember the enclosed?’ The handwriting was still unfamiliar. I opened the smaller envelope and drew out the contents. It was a faded Valentine card. I recognised it at once. I didn’t need to open it to see the poem I had written ten years ago. I had sent it to Mary. It had been the first and last time I had sent anything to her. Even when I sent it I had known that it was. Both were on the bed playing with each others tits and kissing. My wife looked up and smiled and said "surprise, just set down for a while and watch." I took a seat and then the gals really went at it. Tits were being sucked, fingers diving into wet pussies, my cock was growing harder and the girls were moaning and getting wetter. T the neighbor girl slid down and stuck her tongue in my wife'swet snatch. My wife was moaning and thrashing, T was really good at eating pussy. My wife smiled at me.