Here I’m back with Part 3 of the story. Kishor uncle Geeta aunty ke upar lete huye the aur mein ab room ki or jaane laga. Tabhi maine dekha ki Kisho...r uncle ki wife khet ki taraf aa rahi thi.Unki wife itni sundar to nahi thi lekin figure achcha maintain kiya tha. Unki wife ka naam Rekha hai. Woh gaav mein hi rahte hai boobs bhi kadak aur gaand bhi bhari hui hai unki black beuty lagti hai bilkul. Tabhi mere dimaag mein doosra khyal aaya.Kyon na Kishor uncle aur Geeta aunty ka bhanda fodke Rekha. The woman fetched her donkey, and brought it into the shed. Pulling out the wine bottle she rubbed the donkey’s nose against Diana’s cunt, as her other hand rubbed the donkey’s cock. The animal became very excited, as the smell of cunt flooded its senses. Soon its member stood out like a small arm. The woman found herself getting exited, as she watched the donkeys cock twitching as she rubbed it. She managed to lift the small donkeys front legs into position, either side of the girl’s body. . She wished she had her shoes."I wish I had my shoes," she muttered, disconsolately. Stupid shoes. Stupid backpack. Stupid cardboard box.Struggling to her feet, Maggie staggered across to her dresser and opened her top drawer and fumbled open the box of mini-pads. She withdrew three and dropped two on the floor. Muttering darkly, she kicked both under her dresser and took herself across the hall, pad gripped tightly in her hand (where was Richard, anyway? He hadn't come home and mom hadn't said. When we finish we can tell you what you have out there. All we want is what we dig up in those two weeks. If it is nothing then so be it. We will be the only ones who lose. If we find anything you can have the information to do with what you will. We won't hold it against you, if you tell us to leave you want to process the site yourself." Well Sylvia that sounds fair to me. When you going to start?" he asked."It will be one day next week, I promise. And the time for our investigation will run.