"This was a woman very similar to the first. She wore a similar gown and head dress, but she carried a long, black knife or sword in front of her and ...ver her left shoulder, instead of the moon, was a star. The way the panel was laid out, it looked like she was walking toward the first woman but the breakage didn't match, it was a puzzle with a missing piece. I looked down at the table. "Is there a center panel? A middle piece?" The table was covered in little fragments of the same stone. Some. Se ungli k adhi ghus gaya…aaaahhhhh….kya re…wohan kion….mai bola aapki gaand bhi bhut sundar hai…dhire dhire gaand me ungli pelta raha or chhut chuusne laga…15 mnt k bad….bua boli ab der na kar dal de chhut me…mai usi possition me unka dono pair ko kandhe me rakh kar mera land ka supara unki chhut ki khuli chhed me rakha or ek halka sa jhatka dia…adha andar chala gaya…bua chikhh uthi haaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii….dhire…far dalega kya itna bara or mota land tera….mai ek jor sa shot mara or pura andar. For the first time a tasted another woman, her juice tasted exquisite, I sucked my fingers clean of her pussy juice.Ginny then kissed me, passionately, her tongue squirming its way into my mouth, our tongues flicking together, our kiss becoming more and more urgent. As we kissed I felt Ginny place a hand on my breast, and gently start to massage it through my T-shirt, she gently pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger.I placed my hand on her thigh, wanting to feel her pussy again,. Before too long we?d got her history, where she worked (from her home on the easternedge of London), plenty on her personal life (no boyfriend, too busy; not muchcontact with her family; no real hobbies apart from work and maybe the oddcinema or theatre trip) and a selection of snatched photographs that suggestshe was better looking than she gave herself credit for, especially without theblonde wig she wore when she came calling on us. Thenwe found out she had got in to our IT systems after.