Santanu pok kore tar jiv niye sujatar khola gude bhore dilo…ki sundar lal lal guder Bhitorta..mangsol guder bhitorer cheharatai onno..jiv diye sopat...sopat kore chatte laglo gudta…santanur nake tokhon bhore utheche sujatar guder tatka gondho..chatar samay santanu anubhob korlo gudta gorom hoe ache, se guder chera theke jiv sorateii sujata khepe gie jor kore nijer gudta santanur jiv e bhore die bollo..”ahhhhh ahhhh amar guder chatni kha”….sujatar guder chap e to santanur dom-bondho hoar jogar..er. I was smiling as I entered my room and slightly puzzled to find it empty. My covers were covered with some blood and lots of cum and even a little shit. I pulled it up and off my bed and headed downstairs to throw it in the washer before my mother got home. Now not in a rush I heard the water running from the downstairs bathroom and poked my head in. Katey and Lisa were washing up in the shower. I could hear what was obviously some pain from Lisa through the speckled glass."Lisa, are you. M. Love, Dad."I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not quite 11:30. I wondered what Dad had for me, and why he had to give it to me at such an odd hour. Obviously it was meant to be a secret, but what could it be? I was definitely intrigued. I had asked for an Atari that Christmas, but didn't see why he would give it to me in the middle of the night. I set my alarm for 2:00 so that I would not doze past the appointed time, but need not have done so. I was far too excited to sleep, so I. Ekdin amra lukochuri khelchi khelte khelte dujonari khub hisu paeche eri modhe or poder ghasa khea amar nunu tatia chilo ami amar amar pant khule dariachi tititli amar nunu ta obak hae dekhche R hasche jani na keno, o hisu korte lajja pachilo amar samne.Ami bollam amar ta jokhon dekhechis tortao ami dekhbo amar jedajedi te o panty khule hisu korte boslo, hisu karar pore ami or gude hath dilam alada filling halo ,eri modhe school e nunu nunu khela sikhechi o baba ma khela sikhechi, TItli k.