Halka alote chokh ta kakur dike gelo dekhlam je unar pora lungi ta unar komor porjonto uthe achhe aar niche kono underpant pora nei. Bhison mota aar l...mba bara ta sokto haye dariye achhe, bhabhlam ghar theke chale jai kintu amar chokh ta bare bare unar bhison mota aar lamba ghorar moton bishal boro barai atke jachhilo.Eto boro bara sudhu interneter site gulo tei dekhechhilam kintu aaj chokher samne ei bishal boro bara dekhe gud ta sursur korte laglo. Ami kichhuta unar dike egiye gelam bara ta. Thanks go out to Ashley for inspiration and feedback.Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received.This story may be reposted or archived provided that the story is not altered in any way, the story contains my name and disclaimer, and you do not make money from the story.Chapter ThreeJP sat quietly at the small table, alone for the moment, while the deep thumping of the music rattled though his new body. Everything felt strange. I sat near him on my knees. Hitting was mild, but he was doing big “Nautanki” (Drama). Anyway I patted his leg. Pleaded sorry many times, I told him this is he who inserted finger. He vehemently argued with me that he did not inserted finger in my anus. He lied that he neither tried nor intended.It was no point in arguing with him when I am all apologetic for his misdeed. I was feeling bad for hurting my son, not physically but emotionally. I know due to embarrassment he is arguing. Shame for. Oh, I don't just stay inside all day, of course. I really enjoy going for a long walk or hike through mountain trails, and I absolutely love swimming. Something about being in the water just seems to give me peace. I find it hard to be angry and swim at the same time.But I think my favorite thing is to do all that stuff with my best friend. Oh yeah, I guess this is where I should talk about that memory I mentioned.Well, back when I was only two years old, my family moved into this new.