I stll did not give her the entire length of my cock. "What do you say about my cock sucking? Am I as good as you?" "Maybe" she replied, "mostly it ...as different." Her sexual energy had nearly reached it's peak when I said Let's get another big cum out of you shall we?. I then pushed my cock into her as hard as I could and she got this surprised look on her face and she just arched back and came like crazy. I could feel the muscles in her pussy miking my cock and I could feel the juice. After making sure my wig and makeup were on properly in case someone drove by and saw me standing in front of the window, I proceeded to make dinner.Later on, I sat on the couch reading a lovely romance novel written by Prudence Walker. I took little notice in the howling wind picking up outside, with the anticipation of a storm moving in. Bad storms were common in this area, or so I had been told. Suddenly, my attention shifted away from my book when I heard something moving upstairs. I. Amar soshur toh nijer meyer rosalo baal bhora gud dekhe jhapiye porlo chatte tokhon amar bou er se ki awaj ufffff aauuuuu more gelam r parchhi naa maa goo tomar bara ta amar borer theke onek beshi mota chude dao toma nijer meye k r parchhina control korte.Actually amar soshur er uddesho etai chhilo r uni seta te sofol holen. Ek tan mere songe songe nighty ta puro khule amar bou k sompuro langto kore dilo or baba tarpor or mai chosha suru korlo. Amar Soshur: Koto diner swapno amar j ami toke. However, I think even a stillborn or one who died in infancy would have merited an entry. But there wasn’t. Abigail herself did eventually go on to be a significant matriarch and had seven children who survived to adulthood and two that did not. But for Abigail’s generation, she was the lone entry.The diary entries became more and more cryptic, I think she was somewhat afraid of my grandfather reading them. The words about Estelle, even watered down, showed a depth of feeling that only Abigail.