.prothome kono kotha bolchilam na….tarpor aste aste jiggasa korlam…”ki holo maa? kichu bolbe?”maa dekhi matha nichu kore fupiye fupiye kadche�...�chok diye jol porche…aste aste bollo…”tor kache ki r kono option nei raaj? sotti ki tui chas amar dehota ke?”ami- “mane?”maa-“r ekbar vebe dekh sona…..ami tor maa…maa hoye tor sathe kemon kore sobo ami…eta je paap!….loke janle ki hobe bujhte parchis! somaje r mukh dekhate parbo na amra”bujhlam….maa bes norom hoyeche tarmane….ei sujog…ekhon jodi maa ke. Rob said, “Patti, tell us about this camp.”“Well, you know where it is, and it’s a really big place.” She looked a question at Henry.“About a hundred acres,” he said, “with a neat lake.”“And,” Patti continued, “there’s this big house with lots of bedrooms; they all have a king-size bed, closet and half-bath. Showers are common. You’re not supposed to screw outside where the little kids can see you, but it’s no trouble to skip into the house for a while.”“There’s this sort of hedged place,” Andy. The streetlights and the moon brightly lit the deserted street below. I turned the music up loud. I leaned against the window glass, pressing my body against it. I was sure that with the wetness of my body and the sheerness of the material, Joe easily had a great view of whatever he wanted to see. I pushed back a little bit from the window and slowly started to run my hands over my body. I began squeezing my breasts and pulling my nipples through the material. My hands fell through the opening. As she drove up in her little red Subaru, I set the main course out on the table."Dad!" she exclaimed as I came to the door to greet her, and we shared a tight hug at the door."Welcome home, Karen," I said. I was stunned at the way she looked. Even though she had only been away for a few months, she had changed! Her brunette hair, which had cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, was now cut much shorter, and nicely styled. Her glasses were gone, and in their place were tinted contact lenses.