Thik achhe, ektu pore aashchhi. Tomar shonge joto kotha bolchhi, toto bhalo laagchhey. Uni chole jete aabar ekla hoye gelaam. Ekbaar aamar poribaar ke...dekhlaam bandhobider niye opore eshe aamay dekhey chole gyalo, jyano aami chiriyakhanar khanchay poora jeeb ekta. Dupurer khaowar aagey shashuri aar elen naa. Aami bichhanay goriye katiye dilaam. Lagowa bathroom e giye snan kore nilaam. Bela duto nagaad khabaar jonyo daak pelaam. Bou er bandhobider shonge alaap holo. Tobe jomlo naa adda. Orao. They watch me. Sure, I'm a sexy, dirty bitch. Right in front of them, my hips twist just enough to give them ideas. Their hot eyes burn over my body. Cocks stiff as logs in their pants. Cocks hard as rocks, aching to thrust and skewer and pump. Cocks to make me scream like a bitch and cum like a whore.Already my fingers are slippery and wet. The guys still watch me. I'm losing it. A minute ago I was going home, now I'm so fucking horny I'm ready to explode. The wicked game is out of control and. "It's time for you to go home," the woman said, pushing her hair from her sweating face and buttoning her shirt. "I'm glad the children were no trouble." She gave him two tens."It's just ten dollars," said the boy."Not this time," she said, tousling his hair.Billy got on his bike and rode home in the dark, and Mrs. McKee went to bed, her pussy both sore and satisfied. She did not even hear her husband come in from his bowling night.Two days later, Mrs. McKee called Billy's home and asked him to. “You two have been very naughty,” mom tells us, squirming in her seat, “for keeping such a secret from me. You’re grounded. Now go to my room!”We all laugh as we rush up the stairs, and turn right to enter her room. “Wait,” mom says, as she spies herself in a mirror on her wall, “do I owe my current looks to you too?”I nod sheepishly. “I wanted you to be happy,” I tell her.“Oh, son!” She gushes as she rushes over to me. She grips me in a tight hug, and I know the tears that start to soak my.