I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some place... I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. I FULFILLED MY DREAMIn the year 1983, after my graduation, I admitted in Neepa Engineering Institute in the course named “Auto Electric Electronics Engineering Course” of two years duration. The institute was located at Bagabandhu. Since then our sex has been explosive and i had a really dirty dream the other nite which invloved u and my man, i came home early from work to find my man burying his thick shaft in ur wet pussy, as u don,t hear me cum in i decide to watch through the crack in the door as u both swap positions, i,m getting wet watching as he pulls out his thick cock from ur pussy and slips into ur mouth and then back again.it,s at this point i enter room to find out why i,m not invited to the party. from there. ” Timothy assumed that a long weight was some component, vital to the manufacture of widgets.Unfortunately, what Gloria actually said was “Ask the supervisor for a long wait.”The supervisor is Monica Rimmington, a close friend of Gloria. She listened to Timothy’s request, trying hard to suppress her amusement.“Ok, young man. Go and wait just there.” Monica indicated a spot in front of the bench where a team of widget testers worked.Timothy stood on the specified spot and waited. And waited. And. Byron was almost my height now and he stretched, his shirt riding up to give a slice of hollow stomach. He looked for the clock.This was our nightly ritual. Every now and again we'd leave things too late and while usually I'd be able to control him, sometimes I wouldn't. Hence the newly repaired painting. Byron always feels guilty in the morning when he sees what damage he's caused, not the least the time when I came to wake him with eleven stitches in my face. But it's not his fault.I walked.