For months she had suffered and when truly honest with herself, it was due to her husband Rusty who six months ago, at age forty-eight had suffered a ...troke. There were still limits to his activity including that which went on in their bedroom. The pills helped improve her mood but, more importantly minimized the unsatisfied sexual urges that were driving her crazy. The chance of a sudden mood swing or desire seemed unlikely with family. When Robin and Terry arrived, they wanted a place. For the best part of an hour, I was simply rammed and jammed by all manner of grocery items. Of course there were cucumbers, big ones, at one stage two at a time in my cunt and also one in my cunt and one in my asshole. With the protruding end of the cucumbers, Tegan would push hard against my cunt walls, churning them around inside my loose cunt. There were also bunches of celery, leeks, carrots, wicked cobs of corn, and bananas shoved into my cunt. My asshole was not spared either as various. " You're sure he's alright?" she persisted. Nodding his head, he stepped to her, "I'm sure. Now why don't you stop avoiding the issue and follow me." "Excuse me?" her eyebrow cocked in surprise at his commanding tone. Taking her hand, he pulled her toward the elevators. "You heard me. Come with me." Seemingly not of her own volition, she followed him. Once the elevator doors were shut, he firmly gripped her shoulders and pushing her back to the wall, kissed her hard. Her arms came around him,. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. I COLLECTED THAT STRANGE MEDICINEBadrul informed me in details about his sister and decision to go to the hermit. I had 10 days in hand because Badrul couldn’t manage time to take his Farida Apa soon to the hermit. I didn’t let know.