Ami bollam aaj ei shali ke ulte palte chudbo, ki lisa sundari kothai rakhbe ei bara. Ore shalara kotai abar amar gude, amar fata cherate rakhbo, katha...na bole sonara de amar guder cholkani bandho kore de aar parchina raja de tor oi bara tor bandhur ma er gude bhore amake aram de raja.Ami mana ke bollam mana tu shalir mukhe bara de ami gude dichi. Bollam pa fak kar, kakima pa duto fak kore dhore bollo de bal gulo besi katha na bole bhore de koto khon dhore gud khule bose achi. Bara ta gude set. Once out on the dance floor the conversation, started out like most do between strangers, "Hi my name is Bruce, how are you this evening?" Hi Bruce, I'm Dana and I'm doing great, now that the week is finally over.Smiling, "It was a tough one I take it." It was one of those weeks from hell," I said laughing"Sounds like you need to have a good night, relieve some of the pressure."I can sure use some pressure relief for sure."The music changed to a fast song and we continued dancing, he managed to. While I’m not always that good on describing clothing, I think I could refer to what Sylvette was wearing as a mini-length shirtwaist in a clingy, shiny, bright blue, fabric. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down. Her hair emphasized her heavy, dark, eye makeup, and now smoldering eyes.There were buttons from neck to hem. Sylvette played with buttons at the top. I wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or not. She did cross her legs, rather deliberately, showing off pearl gray, shiny, hose, and. Tho i found out he actually was referring to my age . "wank me like you wank yours boy",well he didn't need to tell me this as i was already pumping his hard big thick member,fascinated by the red shiney uncut head popping in and out of his foreskin. i had only wanked it half a dozen time when spurts and spurts of cum shot out splashed my face and my school shirt and some hitting the dashboard and windscreen..h e howled as he cum,and then suggested we have some fun by the river,and turned.