.. it's making me feel a little warm... ok, I guess I really am in a weird mood... ;)I decided to take a long bath right in the middle of the afternoo....I went into the bathroom and locked the door, and started the hot water running. I took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, I'm always afraid I'm getting a little tummy. :( I turn and look at my ass... ugh...still hate it. But my breasts are ok... I give them a squeeze and my brown nipples get hard... mmm. :) I look down.... I can. Ekdin sandhay ami office teke phire ase amart roome TV dekhi , sadharanato oi samay barite kei thake na Samir Kaku tar baro chele ke niye business-er kaje baire thake choto cheleta private parte jai. Hathat Rita Kakima Amar Ghare Dhuke Kichu Ekta Balbar Chesta Korlo Kintu Balte Napere Amar Hate Ekta Kagajer Tukro Diya Chole Gelo, Ami Kagajer Tukrota Kule Dheki Tate Lekha ache Se Amar Sanga Perte Chai ebong Kichu Bolta Chai,Ami Baparta Bhujeo na Bhojhar Mato kare thaklam 2,3 din kete gelo Kakima. When I arrived there was a small motorhome standing there, but no people around. I went in to the small house for changing to bikini, and then I laid down on the towel for some sun. Suddenly I heard the door of the motorhome and out came a old man, not far from his seventies I would guess. He went straight to me and said hello, and I think he was finnish from his accent. We talked a bit and he went back for a towel and some shampoo. He placed himself just beside me, and sat down. We talked a. Alan was very interested on the fact that we lived out here. He had been to Turkey once before but had never considered it as a place to live.He turned out to be quite an interesting guy. He was probably in his mid-forties, average build, nice blue eyes, and a mustache, which I didn't think really suited him.I hadn't even considered this chance encounter as anything more than just being helpful. But that all changed, as he started to ask more personal questions, and also began to say really.