’ The stranger smiled again. It was a scary smile — like he could talk a woman into doing things she swore she’d never do. His eyes were piercin... and Desiree felt like she was under the scrutiny of a microscope, and he noticed it was making her squirm in her seat. ‘Makin you nervous?’ ‘Not at all,’ she said raising her chin a notch. ‘Wanna make me tha happiest man in here and dance with me baby?’ ‘There you go with that baby bullshit again. I don’t dance.’ ‘Don’t worry, I’ll teach ya.’ ‘I. Of course, whenever we were in open areas we were the models of decorum. Well, all except for the continuous bulge from my half hard erection.At six the dinner bell rang so we all headed back to our campsite. Tracy had all the girls line up in two columns and we marched to the dining hall loudly singing our school song. Seating in the dinning hall was assigned with two tables per squad. Eight girls and a coach sat at each table. As we marched into the room I was met with quite a few curious. Abhijit babu ek jon lamba choura purush, ekhon onar boyes prai 50 bochor. Ek kale uni roj dubela dumbel bhajten, kusti lorten, lathi khelten, tai ekhono onar sorir ta bhison champy. Uni ekhono roj sokale exercise koren ar lengot pore sara gaye tel malish koren. Uni nijer bara niye khub gorbho onubhob koren, karon onar bara ta lomba te prai 10’’, ar 3’’ mota, thik jano ekta gadha-r bara-r moton. Kintu abhijit babur bhagyo kharap, onar stri onar chodar khide kokhono se bhabe metate pare ni, ar. 6ft hoga aur chuchiya 38 , gaand 40 aur kamar 34, dikhne mein ekdum thos mahila thi jo ki shaadi ke baad bhi bahut badi chudakkad prateet hoti thi.Gaon ke laghbhag har mard unko gandi nighao se dekhhta tha. Jaise ki jydatar gaon mein mahila bra panty nahi pehenti thi toh humaare yanha bhi badi umar ki aurtein bra panty ka istemal nahi karti thi, apni chuchiyo ko dhie blouse mein bhi kaid karke rakhti thi aur saree ke niche peticot. Par meri maa ki alag hi baat thi woh ekdum mast tight blouse.