Ami boudir panty bhetore hath dhukiye boudir pacha tipte tipte bollam, “na boudi, tumi to Pandav der Draupadi thekeo beshi sundor aar amai aaj obdi ...mar sona bodi ke chokh bhore nengto dekhini.”“mitheye katha bola to keu tor kach theke sikhbe. Kal tui amar songe ki korechili? Baap re! Kal amar opor sei din kar sander moton chore amar panty cheenre nijer musholer moton bara ta amar guude dhukiye amar guud ta phata li aar aaj ke abar sab bhule geli?”“Ami kemon kore bhulte pari je ami kal tomake. ‘Number 6 cartridges?’ He said yes. Fill your jacket pockets as well. ‘Why how many rabbits will we shoot at.’ ‘At least sixty.’ ‘Omigod that’s a slaughter.’ He said yeah, that the only good rabbit where they were was a dead rabbit.’ ‘Look for the eyes of the rabbit and shoot at them. You walk just off from me and shoot any rabbit you see on the left and up to the middle line between us. That will mean we won’t shoot each other. If you get tired and wish to vomit because of the slaughter tell. He was supposed to recognize me by my tattoo, but the damn airport made you wear a shirt. Who the hell has a no shirt no service rule in this day and age? Anyway, I finally found him. Curly black hair, short and muscular, pierced eyebrow."You from Colorado?" I asked."Yes," he responded."Good skiing in Colorado." But not so much in Florida." We don't have the weather for it." Or the mountains."It was definitely the right guy, so I introduced myself."Javier Cortez, CIA." Andres Mesa, Army." How'd. Umm, but you said you would take care of me... no matter how naughty I behave.."Neha moaned again, slightly pouting now.."ummm her girl-pout pushed her 52 year old uncle to the edge, he, without another word quickly got rid of his Pajamas and Nehas salwar. He pulled down her panties as she whimpered exposing her cleanly shaved pink vagina. The red lips were parted slightly. It was the most beautiful vagina Mahendranath had ever seen in his life, mounting on top of her again, he pushed his.