I wish I could share pictures here..Visual impact ka maza hi kuch or hai..Larki: wapis meri biwi ki taraf ai.or usny aik lal lipstick us ka lips par l...gai kiyon ab meri biwi randi dulhan bany lagi thi.or kuch zever pahnaya.phir usny jalti hoi lal moombati pakri or ahista ahista usko meri biwi ka jism par pherny lagi dehan s aka moom na giry.but meri biwi ka dar sa bura hal tha.Jab bhi wo pass lati moombati uska mummon or choot ka wo hil jati.Or jitna hilti utni or dard hoti..kiyon ra.Bari bytab. I give him a long luscious lick, feeling him shudder. As my hands caress down his legs to his knees enjoying the texture of his skin, I move my mouth to his left side and run my tongue between the crease and his cock causing him to tense again. I flick my tongue on his skin harder and I feel his hands in my hair. My pussy is throbbing with excitement and my juices are flowing. My lips lick and suck their way to his cock as my hand tightens around him, caressing him with soapsuds. I slide his. Pleasantries are kept to the minimum. He does use ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’ continually though. His curt instructions and detailed explanations of certain procedures are the only talking that punctuates the exam. The sense of consternation that clearly grabs hold of these young boys is tangible. ‘Mr. van der Bijl, I need to do a hernia check. Please stand in front of the exam table. . . . . . Thank You.’ As Stefan stood waiting, Dr McKenzie turned to the instrument tray, took a glove and pulled. Amar ba hater duto angul or mukhe dhukiye diye bollam valo vabe chushte.She pranpone chushte shuru korlo.Ami amar dhontake koyek bar or pachay ghoshe ektu chap dilam.She kokiye utlo,bathay.Amar lingo monita or pachay dhukeche.Ami ota ber kore niye koyekbar pachay ghoshlam tarpor jore ekta chap diye amar dhoner ordeker o beshi dhukiye dilam.Ruma amar angul chusha bondho kore chitkar kore ki bolte chailo,ami or mukh chepe dhorlam.Tarpor nunuta shamanno ektu ber kore abar jorse dhakka dilam.Ruma.