Na hele aau lekhibi nanhi. Mu dine ghare thili. Gaon ru mo relation asithile. swami stree di jana asithile. Mo tooo bada. Aama ghara sahit bahut close... Tanka pua college re padhuthila. Ta deha gharap thila. Ame samaste galu dekhibaku. Parikhya chalithila. Sabu dine asibu kahi asilu. Ta swami gharaku gale. Ta stree rahila. Mo famaily bi thile. Ratire pila dijana ta pakhare sueali. Mu mo stree sahit mo room re thili. Amar sabu dine kara kari hua. Sedina dijana sabun mari dhuiasilu. Khata re basi. As soon as Anita turned her back and looked through the window, the black guy dropped his trousers and stood there with his black cock hanging down. My wife gulped, saying it was a nice piece…Purnell offered her to touch it if she liked.He warned her they had a full complete hour; because he had told the big Bosses that he would be busy before the daily meeting.Purnell stripped completely and stood in front of my sexy wife, holding his cock in his hands. Anita just dropped to her knees and. "Well first off, you can stop calling me Ma'am...it makes me sound like some old spinster or something. Do I look like a spinster to you?" she asked."Oh no, Ma... no, you certainly don't!" he said, catching and correcting himself.She smiled, "Good. You can call me Kiana then," she said."O-okay... Kiana," he said.The name, as well as the whole scene unfolding, felt strange to him. He had never even been to the front door of the mansion and now he was inside chit-chatting with the lady of the. I then said to her that she looked so young that I thought her to be a newly admitted junior. At those quotes of mine she giggled and forgave me. She then told me that she was only thirty one.She then smiled and left the classroom. She thought that I had now changed but I had other plans in my mind. The next day was a Sunday so we had a collage holiday. I just as usual was roaming on the streets when by coincident I found my math teacher roaming around shops too. Then suddenly an idea flashed.