She started moaning, her thighs were wet with my saliva. I got up and removed my shorts and exposed my dick to her. She laughed seeing my shaft, I tol...d her to play with it. At first she was reluctant but gradually she opened up. I started eating her pussy. It was pinkish in colour and I loved its wetness. She was charged now as my tongue moved to her clitoris.She caught my hair and pushed my head more and more between her legs. It was clear she wanted me to eat her pussy more which I happily. The sound of her sexy moaning was a delight. God that woman was turning me on.She obviously was into this whole scene because her pussy drooled a continual flow of its delicious thin syrup. It was literally flowing down the insides of both of her thighs. She knew good and well the reason why she’s getting an enema, and the whole idea of cleaning her out to be fucked in her back door obviously appealed to her wild side. Mine too. She doesn’t know I intend to give her a surprise deep tongue. Then, opened a small ink pad and took Dan’s left and right thumbprints. She placed the prints on the cylinder. She recorded the serial number and put a second copy of Dan’s prints on a Quinte Fertility Resource Center business card, placed it in a plastic folder, then handed the card to Dan.“What are the thumbprints for?”“If you decide to use of your wife’s eggs, your fingerprints will have to match the cylinder and the business card.”“Very good security,” he said, wiping the ink off his. Main tab kitchen ke taraf dekha to Bhawna mujhe muskaan deti hui aankh maar di.Uncle: Haan haan tabhi zor nahi dala Neetu par. Waise bhi iske sasural se koi aa raha haina. Kab tak aayega woh?Neetu upar ghadi dekhi aur fir boli: Aaa aa jayega, 10 baje tak shayad.Uncle: Usko ek bar phone karke poochlona kaha pahuncha.Neetu: Nahi, woh bola yaha aakar phone karega, aap uski chinta na karo papa.Kitchen se Bhawna awaaz di: Akash chai le jao.Main turant utha aur kitchen ko bhaga. Kitchen mein chai ab.