I can’t tell you te Jhopali hoti bed war,nightsuit wearing, to ardha knees cha war paryant alela chest half open nlittle smile on face boobs war All...le wow mala control karana ashkya hota aaj tine kesbandhalele hote me slowly ticha jawal gelo, Gharat konich nasalya mule me ticharoom la lock kelach nahi ticha jawal basalo ani tila pahat hoto. Haluch ticha kesan cha ambada sodawala n tichakesa n cha smell gheu lagalo (I think te jagi hoti) slowly kissed her chik malahaluch ticha moaning cha awaj. You will not be disturbed by traffic noise, since the road between the hotel and the lake is used only by pederasts.Bed: Your bed has been made in accordance with local tradition. If you have any other ideas please ring for the chambermaid. Please take advantage of her. She will be very pleased to squash your shirts, blouses and underwear. If asked, she will also squeeze your trousers.Above All: When you leave us at the end of your holiday, you will have no hope. You will struggle to forget. I could tell by the faces and hesitations that the Low Friars had news of grave import which they felt was beyond my years to hear; I put paid to that notion by cornering one of the newer novitiates and intimating that I already knew of it, freeing his tongue to gossip. Not the details but the bare outline of it, my brother Griswal had committed unspeakable crimes unforgivable even to the High Church, and would be a supervised pennant for the rest of his life. The novitiate tittered that he was. So I decided to throw her away from my mind! At first, it tortured my mind too much. I thought, one day everything will be ok. I tried and tried hard for three years to forget all that happened, until I could try no more. But in my every prayer, I always prayed to my god to make her understand how deep my love was, I prayed for her welfare, sometimes I prayed for the strength to forget her. I was at last, defeated by my love. I realized, I could never forget her. May be, my god didn’t let me.
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