Kichukhyoner madhye ghorar garita ekta boro barir samne ese daralo.dekhe mone holo ek purono amler rajbari.bangali dalan…ek purono jamidar barir cha... royeche.rabi-“sunil babu amra ese gechi…”.ma barir charpase andhakar dekhe jigyes korlo-“ei barite keyu thake ki…eto andhokar”.rabi-“ke thakbe…sunil babu apni to sob janeni….madhab babu…arthat apnar pita konodino ei barite thakeni…jara thake hochhe mani babu…ami..kanta or kantar ma..”.ma babar dike takiye bollo-“kanta..”…rabi bollo-“kanta amar. I had no condoms, but promised to pull out before I came. As it was she didn't let me and had clamped her legs over my buttocks when I tried to withdraw. We'd made love several times after that and as she left to catch a taxi I gave her the card with a scribbled phone number on and asked her to keep in touch. She hadn't, but yes, I remembered Ali. I turned over the card and my old number was still there..."It wasn't her hen night, though she was getting married a couple of weeks later. She told. She took one in her mouth and locked my lips to share melted chocolate along with her saliva. I moved down and started sucking her melons and rubbing her pussy with my fingers. She started moaning hard as she was not being loved from long time. I moved downward and replaced my finger with mouth. I licked her pussy with sucking her pussy lips. My one hand was crushing her boobs. She made a tight grip with her legs around my head. Her whole body was shaking and with a cry she came on my face. I. Giving feedback is very easy in iss. When you read the story come to bottom part you will see four lines first is for story viewed. Second is for…find more submission from same author…third is for tell a friend about this story…forth is for post /read comments bout this story…click on last option and type your feed back and select add option. We must be generous giving encouragement to iss authors.Well here is next partAt the end of first week on Saturday Dinesh was to come by evening flight.