I said no I am sorry and I only love you. I just liked her.Di: Or ki ki bhalo legechilo? What exactly did you like in her?I: Mukhta, rong ta, babohar ...a face, color, behaviour.Di: Chup kor pulled my hair playfully. Mitthe kotha. Ami jani tor ki bhalo legeche you are lying. I know what you liked.I: Tahole tumi bolo amar ki bhalo legeche or moddhe? Then you say what I liked in her?Di: Or mai ta, or peti ta, or nabhi ta ar or pod ta her boobs, her tummy, her belly button and her ass.I: I was. I opened the door and mom was standing before the mirror in a new thong bikini. “What is it mom?“Honey I need your help. I need an honest opinion of my body. Please tell the truth and don’t try to sugar coat it.”“Sure mom, but do you think I’m the right person to ask?”“Honey, I know you are perfect for the job. I want you to fell free to inspect my body, always looking for a way I might improve it. I’m getting a little too old for modeling some of the new outfits I’m afraid.”“Did someone say. Eventually I stopped being amused by her and common sense took over. There was a more scientific approach. Orienting myself, I led Bianca to the room directly below the turret.The corner bedroom was, like all others, tastefully done. Dark, almost ebony hardwood floors matched the wooden bed frame and solid headboard. The bed had cream-colored sheets and a thick matching quilt. Below the window was a wide chest of drawers. Against one exterior wall was a matching bookshelf with a few books on. She followed it with a yellow veil, then blue, then orange. Unlike Salome, motions meant to be hot and steamy seemed docile, even mechanical, when performed by Danja Bittners. She pulled another veil loose, exposing her small breasts. Her nipples were rouged to a carmine red. Moe tried to make eye contact, but Danja was seeing sultans and sand and dancing to her own disjointed lute solo. Her eyes were the same flat, emotionless pools that Moe had witnessed at the poker game. Danja spun in.
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