I was in our bed, with the light on looking at her freshly shaven pussy. I saw that her lips were just as I had always imagined they would be. I loved...being able to see them in the light without any hair in the way. I took her legs in my hands and spread them open, then pulled them up into the air. Her pussy was gaping a bit and looked so sexy. I could see our combined juices around her lips and a bit of white cum at the bottom of her opening. I couldn’t resist and soon I had my head back down. In a sense, I think she replaced the closeness I’d had with Lucy, after she died. I didn’t intend for her to do that. It just happened.Sitting in a jail cell gives you time to think. Upon reflection, I’ve remembered some things that, at the time, didn’t mean a lot, but with hindsight were important. They don’t go in any real order. I just remember them happening. So I’m just going to put them on paper. It might seem a little disjointed, and it certainly doesn’t provide a narrative that. Or phir uske baad jab wo gher ja rahi thi to unka phone niche gir gaya maine bola aunty apka phone gir gaya maine phone uthaker aunty ko diya aunty ne mujhe thanx bola or chali gayi or main bhi chala gaya.Next day main park gaya to aunty mere pass aaker baith gayi or bola kal maine tumhe sahi se thanx bhi nahi bol payi or unhone mujhe again thanx bola or hum baatein kerne lage aunty ne mere baare main pucha kya kerte ho kahan rehte ho or main bhi unke baare main puchne laga aunty ne bataya ki. The villa was perfect and had a 15 year old maid called Maria, she visited the villa twice a week. It also had 2 guard dogs that I was not happy with at first, but they were lovely and did provide good security and they soon got used to us. The smallest of them coming for walks on the beach with us.The downside was with the location, there did not seem to be an abundance of willing black guys. The gardener was a young fit lad with a huge bulge in his shorts that I would have shagged at the.