Kintu jamai babur lohar moto shokto barar tane anjana kichudiner modhyei abar phire ese chilo, ar biyer age porjonto prai char bochor dhore anjana jam...i babu ke diye chudiye deher sukh metate thaklo. Er por anjana-r biye hoye gelo, abhijit babu boro ekla hoye gelen ar abar ager moto kheter kajer meye bou der paisa diye chudte laglen. Kintu paisa diye khete kaj kora meye bou der chude uni ar ager moto moja peten na, asole anjana-r gud marer baper tai alada chilo. Biyer por anjana ekbar or bor er. It takes a moment for him to remember what the smell reminds him of. ‘Look out!’ he yells. ‘I smell gunpowder!’ Then part of the bridge behind the group erupts in an explosion, rocking the entirety of the bridge. The bridge sway violently but refuses to fall and when it finally settles back there is a wide gap between the group and the land they were just on. The only thing remaining are remarkably the cables that hold the bridge up and in place. ‘Huh?’ the thief looks puzzled. ‘I missed? Well. "What's next Rod?" She asked as she looked at Becca"We're going to find out what kind of person Becca truly is. Remember a person will never do something under my control unless they really want to." He smiled "Becca, can you hear me?" He asked"Yes" she replied"Good Becca! I would like to see your pussy. Please show it to me and Sandy."Becca pulled her skirt up and then pulled down her panties. She then sat back and spread her legs. Her pussy had hair on it but it was trimmed for her bathing. I was aware of her nipples pressing into my chest and felt her rub her mound against my leg at every oportunity, I not innocently pushed my now erect cock against her thighs each time pulling her tight to me, I felt no resistance against my sexual gestures and ventured to cup her breast as we left the floor, rather than brush my hand away she placed her hand over mine and pressed it harder against her at the same time brushing her free hand over my rock hard cock. Hand in hand we walked back.