Ranima shab samaye Mar gun gan korten. Kichu mash pore Ranimar shorir kharap hoyate uni Ma ke onar gramer barite patha te bollen.Home er lok ek robiba...e sakal bela Ma ar amake traine boshiye dilo. Gramer station asa te amra train theke nebe dekhlam Ranimar chele Kartababu nije amader nite esechen.Ma karta ke dekhe ghomta dilo ar paa chuye pranam korlo.Kartababur book ta dhak kore uthlo.Shonge shonge karta ma ke oopore tene nilen. Mar jowan shorirer chonwa lagtei Kartar puro shorir ta ekbar. Des bit her collarbone and whispered against her ear, “No you’re not.” Grabbing the shoulders of her tank, he roughly pulled them down to her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Tugging each fleshy globe from its lacey cup, he slapped each one, her nipples instantly tightening into rock hard buds. Then he leaned in and nipped each one with his teeth, causing her to whimper and her damp panties to become soaked. Des wrapped a fist into Kat’s hair and forced her to her knees in front of him,. "There's plenty of other ways to have a good time," Charlie assured."Oh yeah?" said Alison, smiling. "Like what?"Charlie wondered what she meant by that so he he looked at her and panicimmediately arose within him, "Oh - no - no, no, god no I didn't mean itlike - shit! I meant stuff like -," Relax," laughed Alison, "I know you weren't being weird - well - youwere but not in a sexy way!" In a sexy way?" Charlie laughed."Change the subject, NOW!" shouted Alison, beaming from ear to ear as. In the sandbox every soldier carried a knife of some kind as a last resort defensive weapon. I was experienced at hand to hand close combat and self defense and a knife was almost always involved. They had hundreds of styles and shapes. It had to be small, easy to conceal, and easy to operate in a hurry. I just didn't find what I wanted. I did find a small version of the standard combat knife with a rig similar to a shoulder holster for a hand gun. It kept the knife under my arm to my side and.