Aah..ma’go…issh…issh..hya..hya..de..de..dada… erokom bhabe gud’ta chushey de…..tor neha sabsamoy opekkha kore thakey kakhone tui tor neha ...onar gud’ta emon korey chushey dibi…aah..ahh..dada..dada..hya..hya..ebhabey chosh…issh..ki..sukh..offf..offf..uh..uh..ooh..ohh.ooh….oooh..oops..nnaa..naa…dada aar naa…ebaar chudey de..aar sajjho korete parchhi naa…please..chudey de.” Amar kathaa shuney dada amar gud chosha bandho kore nijer pajamata khuley fello, itimadhdhey dadar dhon tthatiey noy inchi. When I came back after cleaning myself up some, I seen Mike and Matt kissing. I watched from a distance before walking closer to see them stroking each other’s cocks. The two men were enjoying their actions. I quietly walked over and sat on a chair across from them. Their eyes were shut, I could see them French kissing and really getting into their sex.I was getting turned on from watching them and hearing Missy get her ass pounded. I rubbed my stiff nipples, then began to rub over my. He pushed back his dusty, ten-gallon cowboyhat and shaded his brow, squinting stinging sweat out ofhis blazing blue eyes as he gazed down at the ramshacklecollection of wood frame buildings and homes that wereDike City, Kansas. Shimmering waves of heat rose off thesun-baked land below, and the sluggish Little Snake River,which regularly overflowed its banks and the town’scrudely constructed dykes, wound its way like a muddyartery through the burnt-stubble heart of the valley bowl.‘That her?’. They were still at it. They had not noticed me. It was like watching an impending car crash or an execution. You knew what you were about to witness, would stick with you for the rest of your life, but you keep on watching. Kelly, a woman two years older than me, was sitting on her desk, playing tonsil tennis with a girl almost young enough to be her daughter. I opened my mouth but nothing came out, I didn't even breathe, I was that stunned. In fact they had gone past the stage of tonsil tennis.