Reshmi baal e dhaka guder cheray lombalombi vabe angul ghoste laglam. Mita nijer thigh 2to aro beshi kore fak kore diye amar dike takiye bollo. Meyede... gude angul dite khub moja na. Sala.Ami bollam, Vogoban to joto moja lukiye rekhechhe toder gudei. Ei bole ami angul ta guder vitore thele dhukiye dilam. Ooooohhh ah a issssshhhhhh kore mita amar haat ta chepe dhorlo. Ami angul diye guder vitor ta ghat te laglam. Ami bujhte parchhi or gud ta aguner moto gorom ar athalo rose vorti hoye gechhe.. Both, me and my classmates were stunned by her boldness. This lip kiss kept increasing my level of lust thereafter. I kept on pushing her to take our physical relationship to a higher level. But, she kept on limiting it to kisses and groping. Then came the day which brought an opportunity. It was our school fest. Nobody was in uniform. I went in cool casuals adorning a t-shirt with jeans. She came with a pure white salwar kurta with a bit of make up. She was looking amazing and definitely. After his father left, she promised herselfthat Manny wouldn't grow up to be like his father.For him, his father was a vague memory. A distant feeling of loss andscorn engrained in him by Mama and the basis upon which all his decisionswere always, always founded. Manny could always hear her voice echoingfrom the back of his mind, tempering his more primal urges. She said hewas a good boy and he loved his mother deeply so at the tender age of 19he tried to fight all those deliciously tempting. As Sandy had initially suspected, Karen couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old herself. "How could she stand there so impassively, while this man hurts me?" Sandy asked herself.But there she stood, smiling as she returned Sandy's gaze calmly as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.Karen has quite a story herself, but I'll have to reserve that for another time. Karen was what one might only politely call cute. She had a semi-pretty face, but was a large girl. Big boned.