Ami, anurodh ta rekhe….apnader kachhe pathalam. Pore, matamath janale, bhalo lagbe….etai amader, mane, lekhokder praptir bhander purno kore. Amar ...d…Hi ami Sitesh. Chodoner golpo amar emnitei khub bhalo lage. Ami ei site ar akta reader holam ei soptaho khanek age. Kichhu kahini share na kore aar parchhina. Ghotonata ghotechhilo amar ak chhatrir sathe. Chaatrir naam Manju. Figure darun, 36-27-34. Darun bodmas. O actually amar ak teacherer meye. Chhoto bela thekei amake chene. Kintu jokhon oke. “Morning, pet.”Pet? Urgh! Her voice is soft and sensual, but I’m tetchy and the word rankles.“Morning!”She palms my face around and fixes a delicate hello kiss on my lips. “You were snoring.”“So,” I challenge.“Don’t worry. No problem as long as it doesn’t become louder.”She kisses me on the cheek since my head has resumed its prior position. My eyes restore their glazed upward glare.She skips out of bed. “Must rush. Some of us have work to do.”Great, she’s leaving. Another advantage of Sunday. A'moth's downstairs area was very comfortable. It was a nice deep basement, more than seven feet of head room. There was one large living area plus a separate utility area and bathroom. The bathroom was very nice, brightly tiled and spotless and packed with fresh towels and all sorts of toiletries.There was a full-sized frig with food and a microwave at the snack bar. It was more than a snack bar, a small kitchen really, complete with a full sized sink. Isabelle made us soup and tuna fish and. Nothing much was said between them. A couple of times when I noticed Vince's fingers stray to the sides of her breasts which were mashed underneath her. She made no movement to protest or stop him, so everything was cool.Gradually he moved his way up her legs, kneading and stroking every inch -- past her delicate inner-knees, up to the backs of her thighs. His large hands almost went around her entire leg as he worked the oil into her skin. As he moved upward, his hands began to brush against.