I picked up a binder and started reading. These were nanite-supported survival suits. Each suit was controlled by a near-sentient computer and possese... a complete set of artificial sensors, muscles and nerves. According to the comparison with a trained athelete these things could dance on wine-glasses or out-run a cheetah. I admired the documentation. I admired the suits even more.In one closet I found a two-foot by three-foot zippered bag with a destruction order tag attached to the handle.. Ami boudi ke aro kichu jigesh korte jachhilam, tar agei boudi bole uthlo, etui amake niye eto chinta korish keno? Tor girl friend er khobor bol. Kemon ache? Kotodur egulo?f. Ami bollam, eboudi, amar mon khub kharap. Oke aj ami onyo ekta ta cheler sathe dekhechi. Or hoito amake ar pochondo hochhe naf. Boudi ei kotha sune bhishon obak holo, karon boudi jane ami amar premika ke khub bhalo basi. Boudi amar pase bose amar uru te hat rekhe sabhabik bhabe bollo, eo kichu na, emon ta hotei pare.. Lily pressed Leon, who was quite taller and more muscular than her, backwards until they stumbled into the bedroom. She quickly pulled her tiny white body from her running pants and pulled her sports bra over her head to reveal her naked body. She pounced upon Leon, who was only half-way undoing his shirt and tackled him onto the bed. She tore at his pants, undoing the button and then pulling them down over his knees where he could kick them off himself. She could see the bulge of his cock. But then Sanjay did not know when he had fallen asleep.Early next morning when Sanjay woke up from his sleep, pulling the quilt aside, he found both his wife and guest (Paresh) were still sleeping. And that hand, or under-palm of Paresh, was still idly lying on Srilekha’s right breast-dome.The sight instantly aroused him and he rushed to his bathroom. Little later, stepping out from bathroom into his bedroom, he tiptoed to his wife’s bed-edge or her side, and having little leaned forward unto.