Issshhhhh….. Gaar marate ato sukh tumi jor na korle jantei partam na…..ah ah ah oooooooh…. Chodo chodo…. Jote jore gaar choda dao……eeeeeee...eeeehAmi ebar gayer jore chudte laglam.tene matha porjonto ber kore gayer jore dhukiye dichhi bara juthir gaar e. Proti thap e juthir mukh diye oook oook uuuuugh wok aaaaak awaj berochhe.Uuuuuuuuuh….. Offf uffff uuuuhh…. Maar sala dhemna choda maar maar jore amar gaar maar…. Oooooooh oh oh oh……. Ki sukh dichhis re sala….. OoooooooooohEi futo te o ato sukh. She pretended she was getting warm (okay she wasn’t really pretending - she was getting overheated!) and she began unbuttoning a couple buttons on her blouse.She looked over to see James try to look away before she noticed him watching her. Smiling to herself, she slowly got up from her desk making sure that he would notice her standing and running her hands down her tight black business skirt to smooth it over her body and tighten the fit over her large full breasts that were already. ”“Isn’t that just a clever way of putting pressure on you to stay?”“Not at all! He really thinks that’s what I should do. He didn’t want me to get pregnant in case it stopped me having a normal life in the future.”She turned towards me, her eyes fixing on mine.“But I don’t want a normal life! I want to be here, with him, doing… all this!”She waved her arm around the room.“If I could marry him, I would in a split-second. Doesn’t every woman want to have the child of the man she loves?”I knew the. After the initial "meet & greet," everyone was on their own. Helen and I paired off and sought a nice place for dinner. During our al fresco dinner, we shifted from business to personal conversation. I sensed we were well-mated, and our conversation was amazingly intimate and open. She had been divorced from her first husband, and her 2nd husband died suddenly. I shared my marital history, also, and discovered we were very similar in one regard - both starved for real, true sexual intimacy. Her.