Ami tokhon ranna te hat lagiyechi baki gulo gechilo kath ante keu keu bose bose sobji katchilo keu dhuchiilo. Sei somoi dekhlam pase onek gulo meye go...po korche.Amra to ranna chele line marte lege gelam.Besh cholchilo evabe .Prai 1 hour dhore j jar mal thik kore niye lie mara suru holo orao valo tower dichhilo.Evabe prai eksomoi khawa daoa ses hote sodha hobo hobosei time bristi porte suru korechilo.Jata obostha.Eke to eirokom bivotso thanda tar upor ei bristi..Bristi tei oneke chole. Please imagine the following from a cartoon; the wasckly wabbit has once again turned the hunter’s devices against him. The hunter has been blown to kingdom come, and covered in black soot, he stands before the camera wearing just his pokka-dot boxers. He grins; he blushes; he covers himself with both hands as he makes the universal body gesture for “I really gotta pee.”Got that picture in mind?That was me.Without the boxers.“Hahahahaha ha,” I meekly giggled with a machine gun cadence.“But his. Went through the rigmarole of admissions. A nurse came and got me, led me to a change room. She held open the curtain and told me to undress, take everything off, including my panties. Down the hall was a doctor's office. He gave me a complete exam including vaginal, and pronounced me fit. He said the worst thing for me to do was sit home and brood. I needed work to occupy my mind. I told him about working for you. He said it wasn't enough, that I needed a real demanding job, and they had just. They sat down in a quiet corner, within a few minutes one of David's friends came over, a guy called Steve, he sat down and started chatting, then came Pete and Chris, Jenny was wet, she had never had more than two white guys, including me, at a time and now there were four black guys chatting to her.They weren't too obvious, they just chatted, occasionally looking up Jenny's skirt, which she had made easy for them by occasionally opening her legs, David went for some drinks, Chris and Pete.