She slapped herself on the side of the head and groaned. “Dammit, I didn’t think of that! I pitched the envelopes without thinking that they could...provide some useful information. Okay, now I know better. The next one of those that comes in, I’ll save both the letter and the envelope.”Nancy commented, “I noticed that three of these letters must have been written by the same person. They don’t say the exact the same thing, of course, but the writing style is virtually identical. I wonder if that. Suraj sota raha aur main uske lund ko sahlati rahi. Fir maine usko muhn mein le kar chusna shuru kar diya. Meri jeebh par meri choot kae ras ke saath saath Suraj ke lund ras ka swad bhi aa raha tha. Suraj ne aankh khol kar dekha to mujhe dekh kar muskura diya aur mujhe fir se ghodi banane laga. Ab mujhe pata tha ki meri gaand ki baari hai jiss ki ab chudayi hone wlai thi. Lekin Suraj samajhdar admi tha. Vo janta tha ki meri gaand bilkul kunwari ahi aur uski seal abhi tooti nahin hai. Usne meri. It did. I don’t know what we talked about but they didn’t stay long. That night I lay awake and revisited memories of Kate and the next day decided on a sickie and went to the forest to a spot where we had cooked a barbecue lunch and been driven back to the car by mosquitoes. We didn’t get eat lunch but the bottle of wine we had was good. No mosquitoes today just the sounds of running water cold and clear. Back in the car the radio was playing some song and there was a line in the song "I’m so. Not that I wouldn't be able to hear most of what was going on in there anyway. Damn but it was maddening. Listening to their moans and groans and his voice as he commanded my daughter to suck his cock like a good little bitch or hearing her gasps of pain/pleasure as he drove his cock into her laughing at her asking her if she liked it and then hearing her say yes. Worst of all was hearing him slapping her ass with either his bare hand or a belt and knowing that my daughter was in there lapping.