Tarpor amar shirt er botam khule ota dure chure dilo. Ami aj shirt er niche genji pori ni, tai khali gaye mou er samne lojja korte laglo. Du hat diye ...mar lomosh buk ta dhakar chesta korlam. Mou amar hat duto soriye diya amar buker lom niye khanik khela korlo, tarpor amar nipple-e chumu khelo. Amar buke ek jon narir bhalobasar choya lege bara lafiye uthe khara hoye galo. Mou ke joriye dhore khat theke neme elam. Ese daralam dressing table er full size mirror er samne. Mou er komore pechon theke. Brandon showed her brother the same respect he showed Darius, Jason and all of the other males in the family. As the rest of the family all arrived, Cyn came in from work. The women worked on side dishes as the men manned the grills. Nick and Marvin held supervisory roles. Camirra could not help but take sneak peeks at Brandon. They had gotten to know each other over the last few months. She liked him. She knew he was curious about her marriage but he refrained from asking. She knew if they. We greeted each other and took our seat in a booth with her facing her ex-boss. We ordered our food and some wine, as soon as the waitress left with our order my wife excused herself to go to the restroom. He glanced at her and couldn't keep his eyes off her ass while she was walking towards the restroom. I startled him by asking "Do you like what you see there?", He blushed a little and replied "Uh, sorry I just uh, you are a lucky man to have her as a wife, I hope you don't mind me checking. "Sure," Mira said and handed her a cigarette."I didn't know you smoked," Rashid said sternly as Salwa exhaled slowlyalmost choking."Only under stress or at exam Tome," she said examining the tip of hercigarette."I too started that way," Mira said. "I only smoke occasionally now."She left the room. "Tami is helping with a class project." Who's Tami?" Rashid asked somewhat rudely."Oh, sorry, that's my friend. She came earlier whilst Salwa wasresting." Mira left the living room taking the pack.