Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘E...glish’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. THE CONDITION : STUDY ATTENTIVELY FOR FUCKINGDear readers, you all who read my stories regularly, know that Brishti was neglected by her husband and at last she set up a sexual relation with me to meet up her sexual urge. I was fucking her continuously and it was observed by her younger sister. I'd met Mils in the black hills of South Dakota. She fallen, broken her leg in a fall to narrow ledge on a mountain, and might have died of exposure if I hadn't found her. We hit it off, and I hung around with her, and later her best friend Connie. The sex with Mils and Connie was amazing.I had taken a photograph of the letter with my cell phone and emailed it to Mils along with my knowledge of the event in the photo. When I got her on the phone, I asked her to open up the email attachment.. She looked sensational. Her blonde hair was wet and tied back in a ponytail. She had changed her bikini. The yellow one was gone and in its place was a tiny white string bikini, almost as small and revealing as my own. The tiny top barely contained her large, round breasts and the bottoms were so small I could see that, like me, she shaved. Apart from her wet hair, it was obvious that she had been in the pool because her bathers were wet and her nipples and the outline of her pussy lips were. ”Mystified Shaun called out to Prof, he passed over the microphone and walked over to where Bobby and Ken were talking.“We have to pack up fellers, we’re being pulled out at noon tomorrow,” Shaun told them.Both looked surprised, “Is there a flap on somewhere in the country?” Bobby asked.“I’ve no idea; I suppose we will find out tomorrow”. Shaun replied.Prof came over, looking a little bemused, “I’ve been offered a chair under Professor Wiseman head of archaeology at Tel Aviv University, and.