The image of her fine ass seared slowly into my brain. The week started on a fast pace and for the rest of the day into Tuesday I had no time to visit... Aida, late that evening I managed to catch her before she left. Confirming that we were still on, I got the details of her address and her number just in case."See you later," she said. I nodded my reply.I resumed working, but as luck would have it, due to last minute details I got stuck for an extra 15 minutes. By the time I left the office,. Supriya:- Really?Me:- Oh yes, I would keep on spanking your ass as I finger you in your ass and pussy. I’ll spank it and make it red with bites on your ass cheeks.Supriya sends an image of her ass, where she is butt naked turning her back towards the mirror. She turned her head and taking a photo of the reflection of her ass.Supriya: So, do you really think you can put it up there on my ass.Me: Oh, fuck! That something I’ll never forget and forever cherish. A view something, I wanted to see.. My brain was fried. I felt like a zombie. So I went home an hour or so early.I parked my car in the garage and entered the house through the kitchen. My wife was starting to prepare some items for dinner.As I normally did, I gave her a kiss, felt of her breasts, and cupped her pussy. The kiss was not as passionate as it normally was and I think she realized that too. Her breasts felt very nice through her T-shirt without a bra to get in the way. My hand went up between her legs, under her short. A Saudi junior prince Aabad Aabzaari was in Morocco and was one of the people Haamid befriended in the internet café,” I said.“Money suddenly became no problem and neither did weapons or technical support. Haamid developed a code for the fighters to communicate without using their names on the forums and later in emails. Numbers instead of names; the first digits of the number identified the location,” I said.“Here is the conversion numbers to names table that was in a plain language.