“Music system?” I asked, unsure of what she meant.“Yes, this is what played the music that you heard in the chapel for your wedding,” she told...me“Those little boxes made all of that music with its high level of sound?” I asked.“Yes, let me show you,” she said and pressed a small spot on the middle box. Almost instantly Organ music came out of the other two boxes, which were only a bit larger, and the sound was very loud in the music room. Margie quickly touched another place on the first box,. Jennifer blushed.It's ... it's, um..." Do you know?" It's a dildo. This end rests on your belly, this end goes in your pussy. You turn the crank, and..."Marie-Renee's eyes went wide."Who would have made it?" How the hell would I know?" Jennifer said. "Maybe the book on the table will help us find out. Shit, I have no idea what this says. And I had three years of French. True, I got B's and C's. Well, and a D. But still, you'd think some of it would make sense." It is Medieval French,". Again her Punjabi anger came to the fore and she said, “I know what I am saying. I would like to meet him because I know such a man doesn’t exist.” I just told her I would prove her wrong.Next day we were going to gym together and she raked that topic again. I knew now she was interested. So I told her that I am very capable of pleasuring a woman. She said, “I know but when it comes to your pleasure over mine, you’ll choose your pleasure.” I said, “No. Let’s have a deal. If I were to prove you. Usne dekha or boli it’s not panty it’s frenchie. I asked her the difference to which she said apke aage isme jagah hoti hai panty me nai hoti. In baato me Maine notice kiya ki wo lagataar mere Lund ki taraf ghoor rahi thi. Maine bola dikhao mujhe bhi dekhna hai to usne bola ki ap pagal Ho kya. Maine kaha tu pagal hai jo tune dekha to me bhi pagal hu. Thodi der convince karne ke bad usne apni salwaar down ki. Me to use dekhta hi reh gaya. Kya gora rang tha uski thigh ka. Man to kiya ki bas.