I was always curious about that dresser contents. So this day I got some answers and a hard for days. As I search through mom's dresser and fond a shi...t box with the contents wrapped in paper. I carefully unwrapped the paper and got my first look at mom and juny's big hair cunts. There were over 100 large photos. The first was of mom and Juny sitting on bar stools with their legs spread and raised and their wide open cunts on display, with Joe the bar owner, a very dark negro man standing. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my throat as she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. She tasted so good as I swirled my tongue around hers. Our kisses became more feverish as I was now on top of her. She guided my hands softly to her breasts. Her nipples poked through the cotton t-shirt she wore. She moaned as I took each one between my fingers, feeling them. She broke the kiss immediately when I pinched one. "Do you like getting your pussy. ‘I did,’ he replied, ‘I’m going to be on second shift for a while, new sergeant and all. But I don’t mind it. It’s just such a great thing for me to have made the grade.’ She mused. ‘You mean 11 AM to 8 PM?’ ‘No,’ was his reply. ‘It’s 3 PM to 11 PM, actually.’ Then he was silent for a bit, and finally said: ‘I was, uh, going to ask you to dinner, you know, on me this time! But I’m not sure about the timing and the new schedule.’ ‘You were?’ she asked, as she stopped running. ‘Well, yeah,’ was. Munna’s wife and two other younger children lived in the village. Munna was always a very loyal, honest and trustful man. Reshama similarly was sweet and simple in nature but had a dash of spice in the way she looked at me many times. During the 10 years I observed how her body was developing to be so erotic and sensational. By the time I was 25, I got married to Darshi. It was an arranged marriage. In my house my parents, Darshi and I live together. There were lot of differences between Darshi.