Bukta thik moto develope korey nai. Purush er hat porlei ota thik hoye jabe. Guder futo te 2 to angul dhukalen, madhu betha peye , ooo mago boley uthe...protap narayan khub jore jore madhur kachi gude angul dhukiye khechte thaken madhu ekhan betha sohyo korte parchhilo dekhe.tini arekta angul dhukan, ebar 3 angul. Angul dhukiye khamchiye dhoren tar kachi gud take. Ebar ektu aram peye se aah uhhh kore uthe tar guder bhitore angul diye khub jore jore jhaki mara suru kore dilen.Madhu uri baba ki. Station 10 was not only remembering the events of 9/11, but also remembering the service of one of its members on the day that he retired ... Donna talked to Harry about his pending retirement, asking if he as looking forward to it."It'll be OK," he told Donna. "My wife's a bush doctor."Donna asked innocently, "Where in the bush of Alaska does she work?"Harry looked at her and said, "She is a gynecologist."The men got a sample of how beautifully Donna could blush as she turned about 50 shades. So many things about us were different. She came from a very conservative background and was pretty straight-laced. She thought pot was what you cooked in. She was a member of a Christian society. She hardly drank at all and didn't go to the pub much, whereas I drank, smoked both legal and illegal substances, was an atheist and much more liberal. The killer, of course, was that she only considered going out with men, whereas I only considered going out with women. I don't think the word lesbian. I always wanted to go somewhere, but he never took me to new places. Every time he used to have some office work. Gradually we were getting unhappy together. I could no longer have sex with such a person. I was hungry. There was a neighbor living next door on the same floor with us, he was my husband’s friend and colleague. His name was David. He was married, but his wife was a frigid woman and she never cared sex much; she was also thin as stick and had a pale awkward body. I used to make fun.