Tapare momi Banda ku patire purei chusile. Pura banda ku patire purei chusuthile. Kichi samaya chusila pare banda ta tike thia hela. Daddy momi ku tan... nei sadhi blouse khuli dele. Momi doodha ta bada bada hele tike uli padithila. Daddy doodha ku dhari dalile. Bahu dina pare kara kari hauchanti. Banda pela ku momi masta kari gelha kari khauthile. Banda pura uthi la. Hata muthare bi dharu na thila. 6inch ru adhik heba mutei bi masta. Momi bia aji masta genhana khaiba. Daddy momi sadhi ku pura. That aroused me even more, because nobody knew what was happening below my belt. I felt dirty and a little cheap, but it wasn't enough to make me step out of the line and go back to the bathroom and fix everything again. When I'd paid for everything, I took it all out to the entry way to rearrange my pack and see if I could make something else fit inside my backpack. Hopefully the heavier stuff. Nope, my pack was stuffed with my work clothes, and the socks I'd bought for Hubby. I was able to. Johnny stared at Becca. She always wore loose, flouncy tops and peasant skirts, but over the last week her clothes had grown increasingly tight."Are you pregnant?" he asked.Becca gave him a pained look. "No, why?" she said.Johnny frowned. "Well, it's just that you're getting so ... big ... in the middle," he said.Becca ran her hands over her tummy. "I guess I'm a little bigger," she said. She pulled up her shirt, revealing a six-months-pregnant bulge. Her smooth skin looked shiny and tight."No,. I can give you some rough plans for that in a few days."Henson pushed the empty plate aside and finished his coffee. Pulling the plans back in front of him, he said, "I'll start going over this as soon as I get back to the office, and work up an estimate for you. Appreciate the cake and coffee. Tell your wife that is fine cake."As they stood, Henson put out his hand. When they shook, he continued, "Like I said, this is going to cost. It's a real headache getting steel in here. I can't bring an.