Ektu pore sonali abar ese bollo sotyi amke oirakom dress porle sundari laagbe, ami bollam ha re, toke oder thekeo besi sundari ar sexy laagbe. Pore dk...habi aamke oirakom? O bolo jaao ami oisob asovyota korte parbo na.. Kichukhon pore bollo amk eisob dress pora dekhe tumi oirakom korbe?? Ami bollam ki rako re sonali?O bollo oi je oder ke dekhe ektu aage ja korchile tomar oita niye? Ami bujhlam o amake amar danda niyekhelte dkehe feleche. Ami bolllam ami oder ke dekhe korleo ami tor kotha e. " Ah! Excellent. Another Historian in the Clan. We have several already. I'm one myself," he told her."Yes, I know, Grandfather O'Connell. I've read all of your books, and they are very insightful," Leila told him excitedly."Come to our house after you are settled, and we'll have a chat about history and writing. This isn't really the place or the time for that," he told her with a smile."I don't... ," Leila started before a smile appeared on her face. "It seems that I do know where your house. Tsk. I drop names, too, but not nearly so often and never so obviously. And you have a no repertoire of topics to discuss beyond sports, money, and the big one: Bill the Jerk. They always know what you’re after because you’re so, ahh, single-minded. I never let them see what’s going on inside me. He picked up the tab. ‘Your turn next time.’ * * * * * Bill absolutely wouldn’t understand my interest in the fiddler girl, but shy women are a great challenge. Fiddler girl. Shit! I need to stop. I stripped and started showering. Since I was alone I of course started jacking off. I soon came on the shower floor. Afte rthat I finished washing, dried off and left. I did that the next night, too. On the third night, I got naked, started the shower, jumped in and started soaping up. Then the door opened and a guy about mid-to-late forties walks in. He was not too bad looking, nice body for an older guy. I immediately stopped jacking off and pretended to wash myself. He couldnt see my body.