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EPILOGUE Mindy completed her contracted assignment teaching the young native children. When she returned home to the United States, her parents were happy and relieved that their daughter had returned. When they asked her what her immediate plans were, she surprised them with her answer. “I really want to find a way to go back and do more work over there,” Mindy said, her face beaming with joy. “I felt like I was able to accomplish a lot teaching the children but there’s so much more indian to do. And the adult natives … you’d be surprised how appreciative and loving they are having an outsider so deeply involved with their culture.” This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited. I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes. This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way desi it is presented. FEEDBACK APPRECIATED I wanted to say, While she did she squeezed my head between her legs as hard as she could and just about tore the hair from my head pulling it. His strong hand pried my left butt-cheek apart. YOU BETTER BEG LIKE YOUR desi LIFE DEPENDS ON IT." "You told me not to come out until I had FINISHED coming," she replied, her voice becoming more lustful with each word, making it clear that she was still not done. She appeared two or three years younger than him, perhaps twenty or twenty-one, with a youthful face and a warm smile. I wish I could have seen that. I was so nervous indian when he suggested we meet. “You’re going to be permanudes?” I joked. I said to her, "What are you two doing drinking, you're both are only 18 years old. Her history was where I looked next. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. She was getting too worked up over a small gift! She was a memory, and I had the sickening feeling that I knew exactly who she was. I looked him up and down wanting touch him all over. "We're just about finished. "Thank you sweetie." and she went back to eating. "Please no," she begged as what was akin to electricity shot through her body. While we were having that drink Vicky told us about the groping that she had had. Le Petite Mort (the little death), Part II by PhyllisRoger She unhooked the neck strap of her halter dress and the front fell to her waist exposing perky round breasts and a flat stomach. I felt her pussy throb and heat up through her cute little panties as our tongues met inside her hot wet mouth. “Well, I guess, um, the regular things, like their breasts and butt and the way they move.” The nuns rush in, and become immediate victims of collateral damage. Go easy on me baby. Back at the boat Ethan fucked me on the deck; he couldn’t wait until we got to the bedroom. Before kissing him, I purred, “That was the whole point. “Trust, me… By tomorrow, everyone’s going to know you sucked my dick. Yet I can still clearly remember the night I fathered you. She had to get rid of the piss.