Amar nake oor pantyr soda gondhho aste thake. Ami aar nije ke control korte na pere oor panty ta tene niche namiye di, tokhon ami abar obak je oor gud...ta akdom shave kora, aktao chul nei. Dekhe mone hochhe jeno kono bachha meyer gud.Oor pod ta ami chepe dhore, oor gude amar jiv ta dhukea di. Gudhe already jol kete chhilo, segulo chatte thaki. Aamr jiv oor gudher modheye dhuktei o chechiea othe, ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh amar nunu ta much theke baar kore bole, aah aar parchhina, khub sursuri. Are you going to prosecute? I think you should, and I think we should ask for a restraining order. It should serve to keep her away from us.”“I guess I will prosecute,” Sandy said. “I’m curious about one thing, though: How many guys has she gone through, do you suppose?”Cliff was startled by the question. “I don’t have a clue,” he finally answered, “but why do you ask?”“Darling, there’s one thing about that girl that worries me. I think she has always gotten whatever she wanted. Always! Today. . ‘I did. That seemed to reset my brain. While Heather rowed us back toward Lara, I took up the slack in the anchor line. My sister had wisely kept to safe footing on the rock pile during the episode. Once Heather was holding the craft in place with gentle oar work, I tied off the line once more.She handed me the knife. I examined it, wondering if I had the skill to carry it as she had, and not lose my tongue. Then again, I didn’t really need a tongue anymore, it seemed. Heck, cutting it out. "Can't you see I'm busy?" I protested! But to my shock and delight, she simply said, "No," in the quietest, non-threatening voice I had ever heard from her. And I was like, "Wait, What? you're kidding right?" Still trying to hide my enormous hard on with my nudity, crouching inside the couch. And just then, she squinted her eyes as though she was trying to get another look at my dripping cock head and long veins of hard heat, and I saw an involuntary tongue lick her lips.And so as I sat there.