Ye dekh kar hi mann chodne ka ho jata tha.Chudai ke waqt wo meri gulaam ban jati, aur chudai ke baad to mera khayaal aise rakhti jaise main uska bachh... hu. Mujhe apne pet pe hi leta rakhti kayi der tak chudai ke baad.Mere paon dabana, sar ko sehlana, mujhe jabran doodh pilana, aur mann pasand ka khaana mere liye taiyaar karna ye sab poore mann se karti. Aur jab main gussa hota, to mujhse darti bhi thi. Main dukhi hota to bechari dukhi ho jati.Bimla mere aage jab nangi hoti, to usko sharam bhi. I have a proposition for you.”That was the email, at least the first part, followed by that last paragraph I quoted earlier.A little while later, I received a second email, with her address.All right, so to correct my first error, in fact what she said in her email was much more evocative than what we had left unsaid in our chat. I didn’t know how to interpret her invitation. On the one hand, she made it clear she was in a relationship. On the other hand, she wanted to see me and she said she. Baby could not reach the nipple, so I had lift her lap a bit to get baby to nipple but was not able to make the nipple to go inside baby’s mouth. She asked me to guide the nipple by holding the breast, oh my god! What a feeling, so soft I held it and directed to mouth of the baby.At that moment I saw her face, she gave a naughty smile. And asked me did I ever touched woman’s breasts like this. I told no, this is first time.She asked me how did I feel, I felt shy and told nice. She again asked. "How about this?" I showed her my folding knife."That would be fine. That folding mechanism is very unique," Erma allowed.I gave her my folding knife and I got out a sword and put it on my belt. I would really classify it as a big knife. It was similar to an Arkansas Toothpick with one edge. This was a good knife. It was a workman's tool, nothing fancy there.Verine said, "We should reach the temple tomorrow. I hope they can help you, Bill." If what you want is to return home, then I hope they.