Tar por ami ghorer attach bathroome gelam aar bathroomer light ta jaliye bathroomer darja ta adhek ta bando kore dilam. Bathroomer light thakate ghore...besh light aschilo. Tarpor ami ghorer light ta off kore dilam. Didi eibar aram kore ghorer bichanar kone boshe porlo. Ghore ligt kam chilo kintu amra ek dujon ke bhalo bhabe dekhte pachhillam. Ami tar por amar shirter botam gulo aste aste khulte laglam aar didi ke bollam, “didi, tumio nijer kapor chopr khule nao.” Ami bhabchillam je didi amake. In the desert it protects our heads from the intense heat of the sun.”“And what is the long flowing robe you are wearing?” asked the boy.“Oh, my son!” exclaimed the father, “It is very simple. This is a “djbellah”. As I have told you, in the desert, it is not only very hot, but the sand is always blowing. My djbellah protects the entire body.”The son then asked: “But father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?”“These are “babouches” my son,” the father replied “You must. Wiggling her pussy hard on my dick, the look on her face showed pure pleasure. Slowly, she began to pump up and down on me, picking up speed every 5th or 6th thrust. Soon her tits were swinging wildly as she all but jumped up and down on me. She kept this pace up for a while until she again collapsed into a wrenching orgasm. While she was still bucking I rolled us over and reentered her. I immediately began slamming my cock into her. As her orgasm would not give up and actually started to. " She moaned looking back at me. She pushed back impatiently trying her hardest to get me inside of her, I pulled away as a sly smile appeared on my face. She glared at me with lustfull eyes and pouty lips. I grabbed her hips and sunk deep inside of her warmth, the feeling was incredible. Slowly I slid in and out of her melting pussy creating a smooth rhythm, she thrust back harder with each stroke. "Mmm YOU FEEL SO GOOD!" She purred. I pulled her head back by her hair kissing her over her.