Did you do him? the girl asked, sure her limber mother looked freshly fucked, wearing a silly grin, legs spread widely.The woman nodded, and he was as...advertised, sizeable and strong.Damn said the girl, I really need it. She hurried out the back door, flimsy top flowing behind her, big breasts bobbling, pussy weeping, saw the boy with the mower and sat on the back steps, knees spread as an invitation and admired his bare and sweating torso as her outer labia fluttered. The kid looked strong,. She pulled her hand away.Tristan shrugged. "Sorry."He had chosen a small restaurant with private tables between high backed benches. He led her to the back, where the low light would hide them. Tristan thought it safe for Aesia to remove her sunglasses. The waitress sauntered over with only a cursory glance at Aesia; she asked what she could get them. Tristan chose, hoping Aesia would like it.She sat quietly watching. Once the waitress had delivered the meal she inspected the food, tasting. Oh, hi . . . uh-huh . . . mm-hmm . . . okay, how much? . . . nope, no way . . . look, I want to sell it, not donate it . . . no, but send them a counter-offer of one-point-seven-five, and let’s see if they’re serious, or just kicking tires . . . no, I won’t drop that low . . . bottom line, like I told you last week, is still one-point-six. Anything less than that, and you can send it back . . . yeah, I understand that, but I’m not chasing all over the continent for stupid offers. That’s what. Babao raji hoye gelen, tomar nanaoto dekhte sundor. kintu ami tokhono biyer kicui bujhi na.Naani became giggle and after that again started basor ghore se ki bisri kando, tomar nana amake ador korar jonno kace tance ar amito voye gurisuri, ghor theke ber hoye gelam. seshe amar daadi ese onek bujhiye amake abar rekhe gelen. tomar nana ja ho prothom rate kicu korlo na. kintu porer rate amake joriye dhore onek ador korar por jokhon shari khulte gelo amito dilam ekta kamor. Telling this Naani began.