Mu chamaki padili.dara re kichi doora ghunchi gali.jitu kahila mama tume janicha mu aji tumaku dekhi muthi marithili.kintu tume mote tike bi sahajya k...lani. Mu hasi hasi jitu ku kola ku tani anili.kahili haire balunga ebethu jadi ete besarama hebu agaku kana karibu.etiki kahi mu jitu banda ku dhari kiss kali.jitu au sambhali napari mo blouse uparu mo doodha ku dhari chipibaku lagila.mu garam hei ahhhhhhh….ohhhhhhh……heli.jitu mote hathath madi basila.Mu bi kichi kam nathili.taku jabudi. We made stops at two grocery stores and the hardware store before visiting the local firewood merchant.“I want to get a cord of good dry firewood,” Owen told the owner.“We can do that. Do you want it delivered or will you be picking it up?”“We’ll need to have it delivered. We’re living in the old O’Connell house at the end of Plantation Lane. When can you deliver it?”“It won’t be until tomorrow, as I have deliveries in town to finish today. It will probably be tomorrow afternoon before I can. He ran his tongue up through her hole to the clit flickering it around sending waves of pleasure upon her. Mother grabbed Father by the hair to try and entice him up, she wanted him inside of her now, no more fore-play was needed; she'd been wanting more all day, thinking only of him . Standing over her once again, Father held his cock in one hand slowly pulling back on it. Then as he slid into Mother while watching her reaction once more, he began fucking her on the kitchen bunker. Mother. I lifted my foot to see I stepped on broken glass. I looked around for the source and found a picture frame lying face down next to the bedside table on my dad's side of the bed. I flipped over the frame and found jagged pieces of glass still stuck in the frame. Behind the shards of glass a picture was placed, containing a very young version of myself with my mom and dad holding me. I collapsed on the floor and hugged the frame to my chest. I hadn't known I was crying until drops of my tears.