So her eyes got stuck in my bulge in my pant she understand ...She-tor tho nunu ta boro hya gacha ra ...lojja hocha naki.amar kacha ki lojja. Me- na s...rom arom hya jai .o kichu na.She- orom hoii amio jani. Ata normal..dia ki koris Me- ki korbo.She- ki korbo jana na jano...kba bar koris...Me-ekbar She - ara lojja pawar ki acha..meyerao masturbation kora ra ...Me-oo tui o kortis.She-hmm..kortm...koii dakhi tor ta kotho boro...Me- hmm..dakh for kacha ki lojja..She - valoi tho mota lomba...Me- tora. I paused for a second and she turned her head back. She noticed my boner and said oh Mike I almost forgot, we didnt have celebration sex. Remember I told you? Of course I remembered but I didnt want to sound desperate. I said oh yeah I guess you did. She turned over and said ok take off your pants. I didnt hesitate and pulled them off quickly. She spread her legs and said this is going to be your best sex ever. And it was. I drove my rock hard cock into her tight warm pussy. She said Im going. It was strange. Sophia never thought of herself as much of a talker-except with Jessie, her best friend-but she could talk with Warren for hours. Truth to tell, she listened more than she talked. Warren was a first-class conversationalist.The problem of her disastrous lifestyle and Warren's "girl in a cage" observation had been left alone. Sophia would occasionally make a joke, which Warren just let go, but they hadn't had many serious conversations. Just two friends, chatting. Until one. We were friends for a few years, but I was ten years older than he and my partying days were just about over. Tim’s partying days were over, as well, although his ended much more dramatically than mine. Tim was killed in a car accident one night while racing from one bar to another trying to score another bag of cocaine. The glass that was buried in his left eye was undoubtedly from the windshield of his van. As I played on and on, Tim pointed towards the hall that enters into what was left of.