Jani na keno chhoto thekei amar nijer theke boro meye der opor ekta weakness ache. Boudi ke majhe majhei dekhi, sundori, forsa, ektu fatty types er. B...udi er opor amar ekta weakness ache. Ami anek rokom excuse khujte thaki boudi er sathe ktha bolar jnyo. Boudir ktha gulo bes decent and misti type er. But boudi er nazar onno ktha bole. Boudi chokh e kemn jeno ekta attraction, jeno mone hoy kichu ekta chaichen. Holi er din e ami flat e eka chhilam. Amar as pas er frnd ra amr flat e ese amk rong. She wants me to get rid of most of my books because I’m not smart enough to understand them anymore. Not my fiction collection, but my hard and soft sciences and language, theology books. I couldn’t even argue the point. I told her I was going to keep some for sentimental reasons. It made me cry. I had to get off the phones for a few minutes. I had built so much of my self image around my intelligence. My ability to remember and integrate facts across a wide range of subjects. Oh, I know I. About 30 minutes later when he returned to his car in the multistory car park he was surprised to find that she was parked in the bay beside his. Her son was awake and crying, and she was pacing back and forth in front of her SUV quite agitated.“Can I help you?” Ian asked.Meg was having problems - she explained that her son was hungry, and she also pointed out the flat tyre on her vehicle. The car jack was missing so she couldn’t change it, and calling for help was impossible with no mobile. My mother who was changing her clothes noticed it and when I had almost cut my wrist, she came running to me half naked. Her upper part of the body was completely nude.My mother was looking so sexy that even my girlfriend wouldn’t stand a chance in front of her. Her wet hair landed on her boobs making them more sexier. I forgot to cut my wrist and kept staring at her!She quickly took the knife from my hand and hugged me crying. I was already rock hard and as I was in the influence of alcohol, I.