I swung back and forth on my tire swing, and watched as my uncle pulled down a large bowl from the cupboard. He filled it most of the way with dry fis... food. Then he brought the hose over, and poured water into the food bowl, and mixed it up with a big ladle. He set the bowl aside, and turned to a small bowl. He spooned some kind of sticky stuff into the bowl, then he added several drops of some kind of liquid, stirring it all up with a spoon. When I asked him what the concoction was, he told. Zipper r dhar kach diyeo gelo na. Underwear tar bhitore tokhon ekta jibonto poshu moha akroshe fushche.Toma’r ma jayingar upor diyei aste kore kamre dilo. Bujte parlam ajke bhaggo bhalo. Underwear ta khule ditei, 7 inchi lomba poshuta lafiye beriye elo. Seki murti dharon koreche. Nijer dhon, nijer kachei achena lagche. Shala meye dekhle pura pagol hoye jay. Toma’r ma khop kore dhonta dhorlo.Tarpore kichu bojhar agei hatu gere carpet r upore boshe porlo neel down hoye. Tarpore dhonta mukhe pure. "I don't like it when an officer in the enemy army isn't acting his rank," Sid said.Looking at Sid with a wry grin on his face, Gregor asked, "So what are you doing here?"Sid laughed at the question and said, "Point taken."Gregor went over to where the bodies were being laid out. Each man was wearing a common uniform. That practice was exceptionally rare in Chaos. Usually armies were comprised of mercenaries who wore their own clothes. Normally the only group that ever wore something that. .The shower heated up and I stepped in to get clean. Shampoo and conditioner. Body wash, paying extra attention of course to my rock hard cock. I cleaned up and of course wanted to reward myself. I bent over in the shower like a slut and reached around to start playing with the plug again. Pulling it out to the widest point and shoving it back in. I can't tell if I'm moaning involuntarily or because I want to be this bent over slut in the shower and I want to be good at it. God I wish this was.