Savathe pooru naaku , na mum ka anukoni ok anna.glace lo malla drink veese thanu half thaagi half nannu thagamani echadu. Thaagesena. Appatekichala bh...ga matthuga unnade. Maama rammana. Nannu vanchi, guddalo fingering chesthu raaji kontha seepu elaaga chesthe bhorra peddaga ayethundu. Pain thagguthunde annadu. Neenu modda cheekuthu, maama perrala paina vese pesekaa.perralu laavuga, gunduga unnaye. Guddalo finger unchadaniki hole daggara press chesa. Gudda antha aathule. Veelu pooleedu. Maama. That story's back in Book Three I think.I was pissing blood again, and it took a week before I could see out of my left eye. I had deep bruises and long cuts pretty near from belly button to nose including one on my cheek that the woman of the family put a couple of stitches in. I rather not describe what my privates looked like or how they felt. I could not get it up no matter what I tried.I made my aching way through small settlements and smaller crossroads called, among the ones that I do. The Bermudas fitted perfectly with mychubby butt and the white shirt combined perfectly with it. I phonedMarcia to thank her and made an appointment for the next week.I decided to wear the outfit she gave me but I had a couple of problems.First I had to find some tight underwear for the capris (that was thecorrect name of the Bermudas) so I just used some of the lycras I usedfor jogging. The second problem was finding the correct shoes for theoutfit. After a tough decision process I decided to. Brenda naturally with Connie’s OK agreed. That Friday night after Linda arrived from her employment, the girls had a wonderful evening. They ordered a pizza and shared a box of wine. Linda was an excellent raconteur and had Brenda & Connie laughing in stitches, as she recounted the varied inadequacies of her various lovers. For her part Linda was fascinated by Connie’s telling of her sexual adventures. Although Linda had vastly more sexual experience, Connie’s experiences especially with her.