Mrs. Ibarra?" I ended in a question, though I had little doubt of her identity."Please, its Edwina," she reminded me."Of course, please come in!" I st...pped aside and waived her in. "I was expecting the technician for the internet company to be coming by. When the doorbell rang, I thought you were him." Well, I won't stay long," she said, which was when I noticed the foil-wrapped object in her hands. "I thought to drop something by for you, in case you hadn't gotten yourself situated." Thank. That means it's a big curve with a sharp break. That's a pretty damned good curveball, probably an Uncle Charlie." Uncle Charlie?"Tim chuckled. "People give pitches names. A really good curveball will be called 'Uncle Charlie'. A superior curveball, the stuff of legends, will be called a 'Lord Charles'. Part of that is because a really good curve ball will make the batter buckle his legs as he tries to follow it. It looks like he's bowing, which is why the best curve balls are 'Lord Charles'.". She put one hand on the top of my head, but she made no effort to push me away. Rather it seemed like encouragement. Thrilled to the core, I began to kiss her thigh, gradually moving higher. The skin was so delightfully smooth, soft but firm. I moved my right hand down to her thigh and continued to kiss it. Soon my hand was well up her leg--in fact, grasping her ass cheek. By this time my mouth was kissing and almost licking right up to her very high hemline, and in fact pushing that hemline. Take ballam amar abar sursuri uthechhe re ahhh amar gudetor bara ta dhukiye chude deeeeee chod ufff. Se khater upore uthe amar payer majhkhane ese geloo arr tar bara ta gude lagiye aste kore chap dilooo uffff ordhek bara dhuke gelooooooo ishh kore uthlamm urii gud ta bhore gechhe re aar dhokas naaaaaaaaaa fete jabeeeeeeeee aar dis naaaa re. Oikhanei chudte thak na ahhh han . Se aste aste chhoto chhoto thap mere puch puch kore bara ta dhokano aar ber kora suru kore diloooooo. Er por amar buker.