O amar pant ta khule underwear er upor diye hath chalate laglo ami amar shirt ta khule chaddi tao namiye dilam o Amar lamba bara tar dike haa kore tak...ye chilo tarpor aste aste amar baal gulo ghete dite laglo matite bose o jakhon amar bara r doga tae chumu khelo mone holo ami onno kothao chole jacchi erpor amar gota bara ta o mukhe dhukiye chuste laglo 3-4 min chosar por prothombar amar maal berolo or gota mukh amar maale vorti hoye galo o uthe giye jakhon mukh dhuye fire elo takhon amar bara. "And my son..." she lowered her voice even more. "My son might see!" Lydia." Yes, Paul?" Look at David. He's already getting off on seeing your bare pussy!"Lydia looked over at her son and her eyes widened some more."I am doing no such THING!" David stated. "I'm thinking of ways to kill you slowly, you little shit-fuck." David!" Lydia cried, "David, your PECKER!"David looked down at his crotch to see that he was stiff enough to serve as a tuning fork. "WHAT?!" Ignore him, Lydia," Paul advised. I took a long step to catch up with Roger Dalton, who was looking around to see what had happened to me. I caught up with him as we came even with Gloria. I could have reached out and touched her. She looked startled, and brought up a camera she had in her hand. The flash went off right in my eyes, and blinded me. I stumbled past her, and Jennifer Sprague grabbed my sleeve as I almost passed my row."You're not supposed to get drunk until tonight," she whispered, grinning at me.Everybody was. I stuffed myself again and still no one had come to tell me to come back to the go to the session. When I was almost back to where I would have to surrender my pajamas, if I got them dirty, a nurse came to get me to take me to see a doctor.“David,” the doctor told me, “It seems that you are suffering a form of temporary blindness that we can’t currently explain. We need to run some scans to see if we can locate the cause. From the tests we did while you were under anesthesia we didn’t see any.