He still had no clue who the woman with the butterfly tattoo was. Ed started examining every item in the picture.Ed finished examining the picture and...pushed away from the table. Something in the back of his mind told him that he had missed something. Ed's suspicious detective mind questioned everything. He started scanning the picture again. He again checked every item in the picture. Nothing! All of a sudden Ed saw it! He had been looking at the picture without really looking at the faces of. I picked up the strap-on, it's leather harness heavy in my hand. “Try it on, baby.” Her fingers flew, popping open buttons on her shirt and wiggling her short little skirt off. My blood was pounding in my veins, almost too loud to hear her. But I'd heard. I watched her getting naked, her supple body coming to rest on all fours on the floor in front of me. There was a tightening in my crotch. I licked my lips. My fingers reached forward and traced the silky valley of her cleft, teasing her. Kya tune dekhi hai kabhi apni maa ki gaand”Dinu: “haan ek baar dekhi thi, jab main kheton mein gaya tha.maa sandaas kar ke gaand dho rahi thi.Main jhaadiyon mein chhupke dekh raha tha. Bahut hi pyaari hai meri maa ki gaand, baal they ya nahin dekh nahin paya magar gaand toh bahut pyari lagi mujhe.Maine phir bahut baar koshish ki ma ko sandaas karte hue dekhne ki par maa aisi jagah baithti thi ke dekhna mushkil hota tha.” Rashid: “Dinu,Teri behen Kajri ke bhi mamme nikal aaye hain,saali siirf. His dark fingers cradled her breasts, kneading them and his thumbs strummed her nipples. She loved how he handled them, unafraid to touch her, to explore her. It was wicked bliss. Fiery pressure built deep in her core, tearing throaty murmured moans from her lungs. She ground her hips back and forth in seesaw fashion, driving his cock to rub against parts of her never touched before as he slammed it up into her. She grabbed his hands, entwining her fingers with his and crushed them into her.