. Baba duto haat chepe dhorlo.. Ami to obaak hoe gelam baba bandhu r sathe bose nijer barite bose nijer bou k molest korchhe… Subroto r haat ta dekh...am mar sleeveless haat er opore bulie jachhe aalto kore..baba mar mukh chepe vodka r botol ta directly mar mukhe chepe dhorchhe…Ma matha narate suru korlo.. Tokhon subroto kaku ma r gale hath diye dabiye dhorloo aar baba ekta hath matha te die chepe dhore botol ta mukhe guje upur kore dilo.. Dhok dhok kore bottler onek mod ulte dilo mayer mukhe. Ma. You could see her contractions, even from a distance. It was amazing. The next few days I contemplated whether or not she felt the same way about me. My plan was to masturbate in my room and see how she would react. I knew at approximately which time she would come to check up on me, as she always did. This would be the perfect time to act. On August 3rd at 10:00pm, I started to masturbate on my bed and moan (just loud enough so she could hear). I heard the door creak open and saw her gasp. I. The few pictures she had sent me did not do her justice... she was even better looking in person. After a quick kiss, she breezed into my room as if she belonged there.I was amused by the breathless young woman who talked a mile-a-minute. She obviously never met strangers... she got to know everyone in such a short time, it was like she had known them all her life. But she really surprised me when, after being in the room for less than a half-hour, she began to shuck her clothes, never asking. I inadvertantly licked my lips" uhm. lets see. well we probabaly ought to go look for art first since thats next." I said grabbing her hand and pulling her gently towards the right directionshe followed me her hand in mine"so sarah how long have you been here?"after thinking about it I replied" about a year now." I stop as we arrive in front of the dormant art room and point at the rather erotic but descreetly censored paintign of a tall thin and well fulfilled women adn a small thin perfectly.