.ma kado kado sore ok chere dite bolche.. Shankar kono kothay kaan dichhe na…ma ke thele suie dilo r tarpor ma r peter opore uthe boslo,ma duhat buk...r kachhe joro kore fisfis kore chhere dite bolchhe…Shankar ma r buker opore achol ta khamche dhorlo…tarpor ek hechka tane seta sorie dilo…ma r dhobdhobe forsa shtoner khoyeri bota duto dupurer rode chokh dhadie dilo jeno….Shankar ma r buker opore mukh namie aanlo…ekta shton mukher modhye dhukie chuste suru korlo jore jore…r ekta haat die onno shton. She took her turn and removed my shirt and kissed me all over.Then I placed my hand into her pant and into her panties and her pussy is completely wet. She did the same with me and got hold my pennies and said that it is rock hard. Then I slowly removed her pants and found a pink panty. Many of my friends said that women are very serious about matching even their inner will be a matching one. I thought they were wrong and asked her about it and she said that she forgot to match it with rest in. Hermaine for the second time… ***I’m 15 now. That was all backstory for what happenednext. It was the last day of school and I’d justfucked Mrs. Hermaine 3 times. She clung to meafterwards and giggled. “So what are your plans forthe summer?” I kissed her. “I’m spending it with my aunt DC in theRocky Mountains.” “DC?” I grinned and remembered nostalgically why I calledher that. “I used to stay with her a lot when I was 4,5 years. I wasn’t about to stop now if she wasn’t. After a few moments on the step, Laura rose to her feet, ran her hands through her hair, steadied herself as she wavered with wine, and asked if I wanted to go back inside. Sure, I replied, my head seeming to be in the clouds and in some realm beyond my control. In the twilight, orange streetlight glow, distant clamor of Friday night comings and goings, the clash of a train car somewhere: it was surreal to me. Like a dream. The door closed behind me and.