.plop…pachat..plop..plop…plop vore uthlo. Amar bichi ta jore jore pisir poder futo te dhakka khete khete maal ber hoye galo pisir guder moddhei.Am... voy peye bollam- pisi, maal tomar guder vetorei pore gache. Akhon ki hobe? Pisi ektu heshe bollo ? Dhur boka. Egula niye vable boro hobi kobe? Amar guder vetore age thekei medicine dhukiye rekhechilam. ami dhon ta berkorlam, or mukher kache nie bollam, Khao. Pisi kono kotha na bole dhon mukhe pure nilo …Aaaahhh ..she ki shukh …Oi norom norom thot er. His birth father had been burnt at the stake as a heretic forcing his mother to work in the tavern, if only for a day. Most importantly, however, Pelle was a collier. He was the "Black Man" whose mentioning by the mothers scared children into obedience. He lived alone in the forest away from the eyes of the villagers, and only the Good Lord knew what and who ended up being charred in his piles. The Baron's reeve also held that he was a poacher too, killing more than his allotment, but then. Her mouth was hanging open in amazement at what she was hearing and what its implications were. I smiled to try to reassure her, but inside I was finding it difficult to take it all in myself."What? Why didn't he remarry, he has responsibilities and if he doesn't live up to them then the entire kingdom will suffer!"It was at this point that I think I finally realised just how much my near death experience really had changed me as a person. Normally I would never have dreamed of even speaking. They raised her feet and took them off.The man got on his knees and started to lick my wife's hair red bush. "Oh fuck! What are you guys going to make me do next?" What the did was make her orgasm several times quivering.The men helped her down to her knees, her arms still behind her back, her panties were cut in at the seam at the crotch and the was used to make an impromptu blindfold. They pulled out their cocks and as I watched they rubbed them against her cheeks. Then one of the men pressed.