Ek samai Parul tar hath ta amar hather upore ene chepe dhore nilo. Ami tar chhoto chhoto mai duto tepa suru kare dilam.Er pore aste aste hath at niche...namiye dilam. Paruler pora skirt ta ek hathe upore tule tar pantyr upor diye gude hath dilam aar panty ta ke dhare niochjer dike tante laglam. Parul bujhe uthe nijei panty ta namiye dilo aar pa chhadiye dilo. Amji hgath ta tar guder upore anlam. Chhoto chhoto patla baal uthte suru kare chhe tar gude hath buliye gud ta ke hather thabai bhore. I can't help myself." Holy shit, Norma! How did this all happen. And what do you mean by `anaffair of sorts'?" Well, I haven't exactly fucked him, but . . ." and Norma launched intothe whole story while Caroline sat and listened without interrupting.Thirty minutes later Norma finished the tale and sat back exhausted andfeeling a little bit relieved that she had finally been able to shareher secret with someone she could trust.There was a couple of moments of silence which Caroline finally broke. He really was pissed, for many reasons. That nobody secured the property, made sure the house was not vandalized, and that the land was never used. Add in that somebody exceeded his authority and made the decision to refuse a reasonable request, and he was furious. So he sold me the entire plot, and I am sure come Monday a bunch of executives are going to be looking for new jobs.”“Wow, so you own a ranch now, or is that again?”“Well, it started with my great-great grandfather, then went down. “M’kay,” I answered as I finished up with a few shakes.“Mmmm, I’m horny, Davey. What do you think we should do about that, Baby? Hmmm?” Amber purred at me while she slid her arms around my waist.“Hmm, I dunno, that’s an awfully big problem for me to deal with this early in the morning. Lemme give it some thought,” I smirked.“Oh no! You haven’t had any coffee yet! Your thoughts will be useless!” her hand slid down my stomach to wrap itself around my root, squeezing rhythmically as she did so,.