Grabbing my cell phone, I check my messages and realized that I had a text message from Henry. He had sent it to me three hours ago. “I really hope ...hat you make it Abby.” That was all that the message said, but it made me feel like it said so much more. I knew that the idea that popped into my head next was not the smartest idea, but it was the idea that came to mind and I was going to run with it. I grabbed a sweater from my bag and slid it over my head, making sure that I was going to be. Ami Nilanjanar chokhe chokh rekhe Nilanjana ke dinning tabler kache niye gelam. Nilanjana ke dinning tabler oopore shoeye diye ami tar oopore chore boshlam. Ami ekhon Nilanjanar oopore shoeye chilam aar amar paa duto Nilanjanar du payer majhkhane chilo aar amar bara ta Nilanjanar nighty r oopore theke guude mukher oopore chilo. Nilanjana amake chmu khaoya bando korlo aar amar mukh ta dhore nijer gharer oopore niye gelo. Ami Nilanjanar ghare aar mukhete chumu khete laglam aar ekta hath diye. When we dance and you play with my hair, I get chills up my spine.”She slipped her arms around my neck and we kissed softly. It was our first kiss and it made my cock as hard as a rock. I slowly humped it against her and she responded by moaning and humping back.Then Patti broke our kiss and kissed me on the neck and whispered in my ear, “Make love to me, Bill. I’m so aroused right now.”“I’ve dreamed of this moment since the first time we met.”Then we kissed hungrily. Patti’s tongue pushed into. I’d expected Megan to portray my mother’s age and to a certain extent, her image, but I was dead wrong. I’d forgotten that Megan was 8 years younger than my mother and at 42, she was in great shape, trim, tight and full of life. Megan wore a yellow, red and orange summer dress, a one-piece with a flowery pattern. She had on white casual shoes and big white earrings. Other than that, all she had was a white purse. Her face was tanned but smooth. Wrinkles at the edges of her eyes gave away that.