“Easy… easy… yes… yes…” she moaned, now right on the edge.A white flare went off behind my eyes, and the pressure in my balls suddenly gav... way. I let loose a low, animal groan, and squirted deep inside her - warm, and copious. I seemed to come forever, shuddering again and again.As I loosed into her, she lost all control, and screamed with her own release, sounding almost like someone bereft. Pushing down hard on my cock, she took me deeper into her ass than ever before. I could feel her. “I will be out ... in a minute.”“Very well,” Maxamed said as he left the bathroom door.Khadra wrapped herself with the towel again, took some tissue paper, and lifted the slick phallus off the tile floor. She would need a ward against this thing, but she did not want her husband to know what had happened. She decided to hide the monster under the sink and come back later with salt. At night, she would bury the thing out back and bind it in place with a ward. That would keep the demons away from. Bathroom e fresh hote gelam amra dujon, farm house e electric nei, sondhe hoye geche ondhokar ghor. Ondhokare keu kauke dekhte pachi na bathroom er vetor. Or haat ta amr dhon e feel krlam, amio oke khuje or gud e haat dilam, dujon eksathe shower e snan krte krte ktha bolchi()Keya: tired hye gecho dear?Me: na go, ami tired hoy ni. Tmi?Keya: hmm tired lagche but ami aro chodate chai, mon vore ni amar. Eto din er upos ark hide ki evabe koyek ghonta te mete?Me: sara raat ache to dearKeya: hmm erpor. Needless to say, she’s not a fan of his (certainly not a crazed fan like I am) but she was willing to tell us he’d be at this bar to see his friend’s band tonight. Now, if I could just find a way to get her to introduce us. I’m wearing tight jean capris, black sandals and my black t-shirt with a number four on it. It’s my ‘I’m just having a casual night out with my friends, no I’m not a crazy fan’ outfit. I’m also sporting my glasses, partially to hide the bags under my eyes and partially.