Tarpor chador ta bichana theke tule shei moyla kapor er basket e rekhe dilen.Raju ke collage e namiye diye Salma begom office e chole gelen. Rajur cla...sshesh holo 1 tar dike. Bashay fire gosol kore fridge theke khabar bar kore shegulogroom korlo. Tarpor kheye ektu ghhumate gelo. Salma begom protidin rajur jonnodupur er khabar ranna kore fridge e rekhe janBikel porjonto raju ghumay. Tarpor uthe fresh hoye bondhuder shathe adda martejay. Rat 8 tar dike bari fere. Salma begom feren shondha 6 tay.. I was working two jobs at the time to pay for my college fees when my mother invited me to her church. I considered my faith as moderately serious because I feared that I would not be able to have as much fun that I hoped in the future I would eventually experience. Within University I did go to church every Sunday, and bible study right after as well as on Wednesday and Thursday. I convinced myself that if I became closer with God that maybe I could be a door man or something because of my. I could feel her chest on mine and she would be rubbing her body against mine while kissing me on my neck. I tried getting away from her but she would hold me tight. I hated Mom drunk like that so much. Late at night on my way to the bathroom I started to find Mom around the house half undressed or completely naked passed out cold drunk, sleeping. I had never seen a grown up woman's nude body before and I was shocked and excited to be able to see her boob's and vagina. I was amazed at her. They’re better for swimming too, my little bitty titties I mean.”“Show me.”“Here?”“No, get out in the middle of the road and strip naked.”“Is that a dare?” she grinned.“Yes.”“I will if you will.”“Is that a dare?”“Yes, but no touching. Yet anyway. I need to meet that girlfriend of yours and be sure she won’t beat my ass.”“I agree, no touching, no matter what.”“Agreed, you go first,” she laughed.“No, we go at the same time.”“Okay, come on, before a car comes.”“That’s what makes it more fun.”“I.