2 to glasse baniye ekta sarmila ke diloo aar bollo eita kheye naoo khub bhalo lagbe goo.Sarmila kichhu na bale govindor dike takaloo dekhlo borer mukh... triptir hasii. Chokh namiye moder glass ta niye khete suru kore dilo. Ordhek khauar pore bollo tumi amake nosto kare dile gooo. Govindo bole uthloo dhat ki baje katha go ke balechhe tumi nosto, oi sob motei chinta koro na tooo. Ami tomake bhalo bashi khub bhalo bashi goo, aar sarmila ke jadiye dhorloo sarmilao tar matha ta heliye dilo govindor. Either that, or my pussy craving my attention. At least that’s what I like to believe.Because I’m old I know to know how much I enjoy sex. And why not? I love what it does to my body – whether it’s a man’s hands or my own fingers – a man’s cock or my favourite vibrator. All the sensual pleasures of a female body. And the sensation of losing control once the orgasm surges through me and I hear myself screaming in ecstasy.Lying in bed I close my eyes – my fingers already found my clit, making it. Dear diary, this is exactly what I had longed for earlier and I climaxed immensely. Then Mr. Willis got onto the bed and between my legs. He poured an abundance of oil on my asshole and ran his hard cock through the crack. I knew what he had in mind but I was in a state of bliss and even if this was not what I had intended I made no effort to stop him and eagerly but nervously waited for the inevitable. When his cock made contact with my asshole I got a bit frightened. Mr. Willis slowly pressed. Her body was alive with anticipation. Then she was there. Room 604. Her hands shook as she unlocked and opened the large oak door. The suite was beautiful. Very ornate. Rich colors. Victorian in style. After closing the door behind her, she paused briefly to take in her surroundings. Very warm and comfortable. I like it, she decided. The bedroom door was standing ajar. There was a light on inside. Her heart leapt as she looked through the opening. Lying on the edge of the king-sized bed, with.