Amar sahos beregelo khub bhalo ekta sujog hathe pelam chhadte chachhilam na, ami tar pase base porlam tar dike takachhilam kintu se chup kore base ony... dike takachhilo. Ami tar bara ta hathe dhorte chaichhilam ar dekhte chaichhilam je sokto hole eita koto lamba , mota aar kemon habe. Ami aste kore ekta hath tar uru te rekhe dilam, se kichhu bolchhilo na, bhabhlam tar sex uthbe ki na, aro chesta kore dekhi bole tar uru te hath ta ke alto kore bolano suru kore dilam uff se tabuo kichhu bollo. Our children stared at us, not sure what was going on. They didn't need to know unless my wife decided to tell them. “It just didn't seem like a better world without you.”“Of course it would be,” she groaned, her voice choked by her emotion. “You made it into a paradise. You would have thrown that all away for me. I deserved it for putting you in that place.”“It was a terrible place to be put in,” he said. “It wasn't a choice at all. The world wouldn't have seemed better to me.”“I caused you. ”“Really? Just like you could, you know, transport me, and all that bloody cold water, to your room?”“Something like that. It’s unpredictable, magic. I could dry it but as soon as I dropped off to sleep it might all get wet again, or by gathering up all the moisture and sending it somewhere else, like overboard, I might get away with it. Magic is tricky stuff and you have to be careful how you use it.”“It sounds like it’s tricky, even for an expert. So, could you have used this magic to have. She was displaying a breast the size of a small watermelon. Maybe a huge water balloon would be a better comparison. It was too large to stand out from her body but it was so full, her large nipple was protruding straight out instead of slightly up as most sagging breasts do. As I was staring, she glanced up at me and smiled. It was a gentle, but radiant smile that seemed to create an aura around her. Amazing how she was affecting me. Even my terminally dormant organ was twitching around. As a.