.Amra tokhono bhabte parini je amra sex korbo….ar shetai eidinkar ghotonake aro mohomoy kore tole. Oke boshye or buker majhkhan ta jib diye alto kor... chete dilam..tarpor ektu ektu kore niche namte namte or cilttay eshe jib ta thamlo…..bhije gorom hoye geche tokhon o…ar “ahhhhh….yessssss” korche.Ami ektu or clit ta chete oke amar opore showalam…ar oo tokhon amar thot karate thaklo…ar amio or jib chuste thaklam..tokhon or paata aste kore faak kore amar barata niye or gud e ghoste thaklam…shey je. We need to move on. Hm-m-m, that sounds familiar.Introduce yourself to Rose: https://storiesonline.net/s/23032:230970/chapter-1-the-hay-buck-nymphBut for fun, next, a rundown of images, a total random mix and comments from the past.Starting with the Gullywhomper Metamorphosis appearing on my old lamp back in the last century. Sure it’s real.Repo Auto Center: The job I won doing dirty work usually assumed by local guys minimum wage. I was the haole soon to be accepted into the local culture, my. Before the evening I was very nervous but finally knocked on the door and waited to see who would open it. I was surprised when George opened the door; he was 10 years older than me, but very hot and sexy. After a couple of glasses of red wine, with butterflies in my stomach he suggested we stand up and caress each other. We kissed my first every man to man kiss, not as soft as a woman, harder, even desperate, but defiantly hot. George slowly undid my shirt, button by button pinching and. Zax kneeled and took her hand. “I’m sorry, Liz, I have to”. He drew her to his arms. “I’ve obligations”. He hated his choice of words, what was she, then? ‘I’m doing it so one day we’ll be able to be together, wherever, whenever, without a worry in the world. It’s all for the betterment if my loved ones’. He consoled himself. “Look at me”. He pulled her tiny chin up. “Let’s make a promise. There will not be bad news about me, anymore, and I promise to return in a half a year, at the longest”..