Pore bujhlam o gean hariea chhe. Ami aktu jol ane oor chokhe mukhe chhoralam, oor gyan alo. Aaaa maaaaaaaaaa bolte bolte oor gyan alo. Gyan astei o am...ke abar joriea dhore kiss khete laglo. Ami amar bara ta abar oor gude set kore thap marte suru korlam. Ghore sudhu sabddo hochhilo poch poch poch fosh fosh fosh…aar o aahhhhh korchhilo.Ooi bhabe kichhukhon chodar por ami oor gud theke amar bara baar kore nilam. O Bollo hoea gachhe. Ami bollam na abar tomar Pod marbo. O bollo na na. Plz ota amar. I looked back at Jessica’s face, and thought about her rather than her father. Immediately, my reprisal dissipated. I was now filled with only love and a will to take care of someone, rather than bloodlust. She was the only person that could change my emotions so quickly, with such seemingly insignificant of a motion, as to make all thoughts, worries, and aches go away and only the thought of her come to mind. That is why I loved her. I led Jessica to the couch and wrapped a blanket around. There was no way that cannon could pass through that tiny hole. No wonder Alex was such a fussy lover. That had to fucking hurt. Yeah, Carter could sympathize with the guy. And Aron could just go suck it.Actually, no, not suck it. That had instantly brought images of Aron on his knees, looking at him with hooded eyes and swiping his tongue all along Carter’s shaft. It hadn’t mattered that it was basically Alex’s cock; Carter had felt it. And it had felt pretty darn good.Well, at least, his. Conrad. Could be. Many women allow only their initials in phone directories, probably to make it harder for guys to find them. Dammit. That wasn't going to stop me.I went to a map site, keyed in the street address, and found the “street view” option for M. L. Conrad's house, an unremarkable older two-story on a decent chunk of land. With doors and windows closed, neighbors probably wouldn't hear a woman scream. The picture showed a car in the driveway, a care-worn, inexpensive sporty.