.ki such….oohh sala khachhar ki such dichhis re…..uummhh…..mago …..aro jore tep….tipe tipe amar mai chire phel….ooohhh….babure….aaaiii...i….ooohhh….oohhh……..Ami kakimar bagol theke mukh tule bonta duto chunot pakate pakate bollam.Ami : oohh…..magi ….iiisssss……kato bal re magi tor bagole…..aaahhhhh…..Sali gudmarani…..ki sundor khete tor bagol….uummhh….Ei bole ami ebar kakimar lamba bonta mukhe pure chuse kamre kakimake kame asthir kore tullam. Ka : ore…ore….ooohhhh…..sala bokachoda…..ooohhhh. He was too rough in his handling of the pets, and had none of the ear for music that our youngest brother Jason displayed, so had left the more lucrative Aviary with him.Uncle Pierre was still teaching Jason the more advance training techniques to deal with our little birds, but neither of my uncles had any experience dealing with the family business. They could advise me on managing the Stables and Aviary, yet the main part was solely on my shoulders.Thankfully, the trainers’ families had been. He immediately grabbed my skirt and panties and pulled them off in one quick motion. I watched the passion flare in his eyes when he caught sight of my clean shaven mound. I knew he wanted to take me right then but he thrust his fingers deep into me instead, my juices coated his fingers and he thrust back and forth in my cunt, his thumb pressing my clit on every upward stroke, I leaned up and removed my tank top and bra, completely naked, it felt better when I had the slide of skin against. Are you interested?”“I’m listening. Why make this offer to me?”“Well,” she replied, “you’re eligible. You’re interesting ... you’ve done some neat things ... seen some cool sights ... you’re good at what you do. You’re not bad looking...”“You do know how to flatter a guy,” he remarked.“ ... you’re a bit old for me, but I think your salt-and-pepper hair makes you look distinguished. You are somewhat of an S.O.B, Martin; but I believe that’s a facade on your part the same way the school marm act.