Bua ji bas… Bas haraame baate na chod le blouse utaar rahi hoon ukhaad le jo bhi ukhaadna hai tum 2no ko Aur unhone apna blouse ke saath…saath br...a bhi utaar di aur unki 2no bhaari…bhaari choochiyan latak gayi jise ek haath me maine aur ek me anwar ne sambhaala aur hum 2no unki choochi ko bahut der tak masalte rahe bua ji mastaane lagi thi aur hum log unki jaanghon pe haath bhi fer rahe the tab bua ji sisiyaate hue boli haraamiyon khaali dabaate hi rahoge ya aage bhi kuch karoge. Tab hum log. Now she couldn’t control her patience and started shouting Bad Please open my hands plz… I beg of you, I take it any longer. Please let me feel you you bastard.. Without hearing her soft pleads I continued and went to her belly button and licked her. She couldn’t hold on any more and was shouting like anything aaahhhh suck me baby I love you…. Then I went to her arm pit licked it kissed it and came to her boobs of perfect shape and went on to put love marks on the open part and started. He was the second oldest, and perhaps the smartest. Smart enough to stay out of durance vile anyway.All of that, and a lot more, was in the digital and paper files that Red gave me. My challenge was to figure out how a sorghum farmer from Deaf Smith County became a semi well-known art dealer in Kansas City. One suspected of running a pretty clever scam.I couldn’t remember when it started, but Walker and Pilar started having nonsense conversations with each other using Latin phrases.Pilar,. I stopped about a block away and watched the house. I saw Tomas pull out and drive off. I had to wait so I fallowed Tomas for a moment and parked my car in the parking lot of the closest grocery store to their house. I had everything in my bag and threw it over my shoulder and walked to their house.As I was approaching the house I kept looking around for anyone. No one around, good. I got around the house and found that both women were in bed still and getting some extra sleep, good. They were.