It meant she had not wanted anyone to see her touching me. She came near me and smeared a little of the powder on my forehead.It was customary for a p...erson to apply colour on the other person who applied it on him/her. So, I took a little powder from her hand and applied on her forehead too. Normally, between people of opposite sexes, applying colour ends here. She waited till I completed colouring her forehead. Then, she took the powder and rubbed it on my cheeks. So, I did it with her too.. "What? That's outrageous." She replied."I'm sorry about the price. I spent a couple of months adding the fringe to it. The original bolero came from Bruges, in Belgium. It dates back to the 17th Century. My mother traded a ring for it, and I added the stitching. It was a lot of work. I don't really care whether I sell it or not. I doubt that you could get something like this for twice the price." She said almost apologetically.Santana looked at the proprietor without speaking. "Oh, fuck." She. ’ Adrian sat down on the couch, on the opposite end of where she sat, and put his hands on his knees. He thought about the scars on his face, the woman he’d called his wife, and the stranger now at home in his head. ‘Some things are deeper than just memory,’ he admitted. ‘What have you forgotten?’ Ella asked. Adrian frowned, not sure how to answer such an absurd question. ‘I forget everything, really. Words, as soon as I finish reading them. Ideas or goals…numbers. Drink orders, bar tabs, rent. I shuddered as her tongue lapped out. She caressed me. I gasped at this wicked thrill that ran through my body. I shuddered, savoring that naughty sensation. I squirmed on her mouth while her tongue caressed through my folds.“Now, Daddy,” I said, pushing Mom's thighs apart. I leaned over her, trying not to gasp as her tongue ran from my clit to my pussy's hole, quickly darting inside and teasing my bred twat. “Just bring that cock here. Let's get Mom preggers.”“You are a wicked child,” he said,.