Chamaki padili mu. Se b gote muhurta pain ataki gale. Dhara padisarithili mu. Lajare mo muhan jaligala. Hele Tutubhai ethara careless hei uthile. Mate...tani sidha kari basai pachha patu mo talu gown tani bahara karidele. Mu laja au dara re akhi band kari basithae. Pachhapatu gown teki se ta bhitare hata purai mo pithi upare bra hook ta andali andali kholidele. Mu au thare chamaki padili. Issss…e bus bhitaratare Tutubhai kan karuchanti! Kie jadi dekhiba!Hele Tutubhai nkara se chinta nathae.. She turned her head a little and kissed me gently on the neck and sort of nuzzled her face into it. We relaxed our hold on each other a little and her face kissed over my cheek. I decided to take a bit of a chance and turned into her and kissed her mouth. My nether juices were now gathering in the gusset of my panties and I could feel them making it damp like I had peed myself. The kiss was brief and our lips were closed but it was a very significant moment.I don't know where this would have. ———————————————————Dressed and ready for school, I bounced down the stairs as quickly as my legs could take me, not wanting to make my Mommy angry for being late. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw Daddy standing by the door, briefcase at his side, his hand squeezing the handle, white knuckled. His belt and the fly of his pants were undone, his head thrown back as he groaned. Mommy was on her knees before him, her hands holding his hips still, the whole length of his dick buried in. Some of the names have beenchanged at the request of those involved.We begin with the first full day of the project, a Mondayin late September...9/24/01I bashed my left breast up against the side of my chair asI sat down to write this. Right now, I suppose the womenare wincing, the men are looking at them incredulously, andI just hope there's no real damage. My breasts don't feelanything, neither the sharp pain of a chair back, nor thesoft, sensual, fulfilling pull of a baby's mouth. It's.