Tarpior pisi amar laorata dhore khela korte kortei amar maal alpo ber hoye galo. Ato taratari ber hole hobe jaan? ? Pisi amake bollo.Tarpor she tar dr...ss khule fele akdom langta hoye gelo. Amake or upor uthiye nije thekei amar thatano laorata dhore or tight guder vetore dhukiye dilo. Ami ak thape narom guder vetor amar thatano bara ta dhukie dilam. Pisi kokie uthlo.. bollo , kire aami ki palie jabo ? ektu aste dhoka. ki kheye ato valo ato baro laora ta banali re ? bolte bolte nijer jiv ta amar. “That’s her. She looks a lot more seductive than when we met her. Of course, right now she’s all dolled up.”Sandra turned again, this time looking over at Jennifer, Jerry and I. She waived at us. Jennifer waived back. “See, I told you that was her.”Sandra was attractive, but Holly was still the hotter of the two sisters. At least that was my opinion when I first met her. Her husband, Dennis, was a builder and owned his own company in Indianapolis. Sandra was a stay-at-home wife and mom for most. With me being 6'1" and a solid 250 pounds, plus having experience in cage fighting, I've never lost one of these matches yet. I pick her up with ease and toss her on her stomach while grabbing her wrist. "Your not getting my wrist again. I'm not gonna let you get them behind my back again," she says. "Why not?" I laugh. "What's so bad about me getting your hands behind you?" "Because I can't do anything or get away!" she says through a clenched jaw as she struggles against me. It doesn't take. While Mattie uncorked the wine, Myra put on some music and began swaying to it almost erotically so while she did. Mattie soon joined her sister there in the middle of the living room floor, treating me to an unexpected floor show as I sat watching the two of them dance, enjoying it immensely in fact until I felt the unwanted and unexpected arousal suddenly pressing against the front of my pants. At least I was sitting down, sipping my wine, though now I was trying very hard not to look at the.