Ami or panty er upor amar much ta ghoste thaklam nak ta diye guder neca jorano gondho sukchilam r pantyer upor diye guder clit duto k narrate thaklam ... aram e sure othe. Ebar pantyr elastic ta namiye diye table er upor rakhi o or pachata uchu kore dhore ami ok bichanar upor tule di r nije niche hatu gere bosi or guder kache o gud tak fak kore dai.Amar chokher samne na choda uposi gud ami r thik thakte pari na charidik bal e vorti ami hat diye gud tak anuvob kori amaro khub valo lage tobe shave. "Can you say something?" I think I could use that drink now," Helen said from a far away place.She downed it in one go."More please," she said.An hour later, Helen and Sylvia were both three sheets to the wind. They had abandoned the couch and were sprawled on the floor. The last of the rum was in their glasses. Helen's long auburn hair had worked it's way out of it's bun and tumbled down her shoulders. She was chewing on a strand of it absentmindedly."You know what the worss part abou it is?". My eyes bulge and bulked wide open as I struggled for a gulp of air. Once it was pulled from my throat I begin to puke my guts up and not able to get a good breath. I was moved to another area and the same procedure was performed again, only this time the invading penis stayed till it erupted deep in my throat and I had no other choice save to try and swallow stream after stream of thick male semen. I thought it was over but my torment was only beginning, lips pressed against my ear and a voice. The waitress came back to take our order: we both asked for salads.Then Ronnie opened the subject, “Okay, so you are Katie but you use the name Maire for the shop?”I chuckled, “No, I am Maire most of the time. I am only Katie when I’m around Steve and the fraternity.” This surprised her. “Okay, let me explain. I was brought up as a good Catholic girl. Sex was for procreation only; not to be enjoyed. Women were to be ashamed of their bodies and to serve their husbands only.” Ronnie smiled and.