Ar bolte laglen.Misthi kakima:besh mota r lomba korechis to khicshis nischoi.Ami:haMisthi kakima:r dekhe to mone hoy kichui bojho na.blue flim dekhech....Ami: ha dekhechi.Misthi kakima:to dariye acho kano suru koro…..Amar sahos oti matray bere galo.ami r thakte na pere. Amar bara ta misthi kakimar mukhe dhuki ye dilam.se o aram e khete laglo. Ar ah ah darun e rokhom sob sobdo korte laglo.Misthi kakima: Janis tor kakur ta ar erokom daray na r dara leo eto tej dekha jay na…..Ami: kakur to boyos. A ripple of desire passed through me, and I walked to her bed, slipped off my shoes, and got on next to her. I turned over on my left side, facing Tina. She kissed me on the mouth, and I wasted no time in putting in my right hand on her left thigh, caressing her there, and feeling her smooth skin, as the excitement washed through me. I slipped my right hand under her skirt, where I felt the coolness of her buttocks through her cotton panties. I gently caressed Tina’s smooth, firm buttocks. I was really looking forward to the interviews as interviewing waitresses was always a highlight. The place was essentially a rip-off of Hooters. The waitresses wore short shorts or mini skirts and tank tops tied in a knot around their midriff. We classified the waitresses as models and paid them more than standard waitresses to enable us to select only attractive girls and not worry about a lawsuit from some fat ass with a bad attitude.The first interviews were pretty much what you might. Mrs. Williams brought the coffee, served the soldier's food and then offered more to Seth. Annie sat with her mouth open until her mother nudged her, and even though she started eating again, her eyes never left the cavalryman's bearded face. She even ate some carrots. Finally, looking ready to burst with curiosity, she asked, "Are you really a soldier, like my brother?" Be dogged, I didn't know ole Seth were a soldier." The man winked at Seth and spooned up half a dumpling."No," Annie.