.amader saturday chuti chilo..o pray 7 ta nagad amar messe elo..o bose porlo bed e..ami or samne bose or mukhe mukh ghoste thaklam..o chokh bondho kor... amak joriye dhore chilo.Tarpor ami or churidar er slap gulo te tan ditei seta khop kore khule gelo o tokhon nil colour er bar r churidar er pant pore amar kache dariye chilo.–tor messe keu nei to?–na sob cinema geche 11 tar somoi asbe..bole or pant ta khulte bollm–o setak khule fello..amar samne o tokhon ekta nil colour er bra r sada ronger. . mmmmm ... mmmmm ... uuuuuuuhhh..." Jackie climaxed slowly, almost softly, her eyes closed, her body rocking against my fingers. I stared at her face, watching each sensation play out in my sister's expression. She bit her lip as she came, her eyes squeezing tight, her nostrils flaring to take in the air. Sweat ran in small drops down her neck, making the edge of her nightshirt damp, stray strands of her beautiful auburn hair sticking against her skin.I touched her clit until her hand locked. "Not since Munchkinland," Dorothy smiled, blushing slightly. "They were getting pretty grody."The Tin Man shrugged, and knelt down between Dorothy's thighs. He leaned forward, supporting his upper body with his arms, and maneuvered his shiny metal prick toward Dorothy's cunt.As it touched the entrance to her pussy, his prick began to buzz softly."Oh my gosh," Dorothy gasped. "Put it in! It's already making me crazy!"With a single motion, the Tin Man thrust his cock into her, Dorothy's pussy. "Besides, the table you got is just fine." I wasn't saying it wasn't," Walt said. "And that scorch mark was courtesy of the people who owned that table before us. I would guess they either dropped a joint on some papers or tried to light a Jaeger bomb. Either way, it wasn't us." Well, you'll be able to eat here in a few weeks anyway," Mary said. "Uh, do you guys think you can take some of our stuff across while we're gone? I don't know if you were planning anything but it would be a help." We.