Mamy:-“ evu tane kone kidhu ?”Hu:-mane khabar che . to mamy bolya ke aano matlab em ke tu pan koi ne khusi aapto lage che.. hu sarmai gayo.. (khal... natak kar to hato ) mamy bolya ke jo tari marji hoy to hu pan tari sathe evi rite line marva magu chu tem kahi ne mamye mara loda par hath muki didho.Hu ek dam garam thai gayo mara sarir par dhrujari utpann thava lagi mara mamy mane potani baho ma laine mane jorthi dabavva lagya ane mane akha sarir par kiss karva lagya.Hu pan mara mamy ne baho ma. Holly’s legs quiver, whether from the fear of being in public or by Alex’s talents at cunnilingus she is not sure but had a rough idea of it being both, nevertheless, she didn’t care for the reason, only for the pleasure of this moment.All of a sudden, she says amid the elation, “Use your fingers,” in a tone louder than she intended.Alex quickly puts his hand over her mouth, and stares into her eyes as if to say ‘be quiet!’ Without leaving her gaze, he delicately inserts two fingers into her. He stepped in, one foot at a time. He was gratified to note that it fit comfortably and gave him firm footing. Next, his arms slipped into the sleeves. For a few seconds, he stood as if crucified, wondering, belatedly, how to get the thing off the rack and how to close the back of it.The suit took care of that for him."What the hell?!" he cried involuntarily when the material simply closed around him, leaving no visible seam. Then, to his astonishment, the helmet, too, lowered into place over. I was putting our luggage in the overhead storage when I glanced at a lady sitting across the aisle from our seats. "Would you and your friend like our seats? The middle seat isn't occupied?" she asked.Overhearing the offer, Patricia was back in the aisle in an instant, and the exchange was made before the disgruntled gentleman had a chance to complain. I wound up with the window seat, and this time, instead of having a vacant seat between us, Patricia was seated next to me.We talked about.