Oke aste aste chumu khacchi. Ekta angul guder mukhe niye giye aste kore angul buliye dekhlam bhijeche kina. Gudta ektu ektu bhijche. Ami ebar mukhta n...miye anlam guder kache.Alto kore chumu khelam. Or pa duto fak kore, du hat diye guder chamrata fak kore mele dhorlam. Bhitorer ekta gorto. Gudta aste aste bhijche. Ami alto kore chumu khelam. Tarpore ki mone kore jibhta aste kore bulalam gude vitore.Guder nonta shad jibhe laglo. Shadta kharap na. Ami chatte laglam. Aste aste jibhta bolachi.. "Where've you been?" I asked him."Out with Robin. Man, can she give a mean blowjob!"I laughed as I dropped my stuff in my room, and then returned to talk to Dennis."Wasn't she with Brent?" Not anymore. Can you believe what he was doing to his sister?"I shook my head, but I could believe, and thought that I'd caused it with my switches. I felt guilty again. It was just like with Gina; I was manipulating people into doing things they would otherwise never do. Did I have the right to do that? I. She smiled as she felt the gunk already hardening on her flesh.My wife sat up and leaned her back against the big rock as Bryan stumbled to the side. She critically eyed his rapidly diminishing erection and the copious amount of semen covering her tits.“What? That’s it? No more?” she complained.Bryan gaped at her. “Goddamn it, babe. I’m not a fucking machine! Give me a chance to---“But my wife had already reached out and wrapped her hand around his penis. “I need more, Bryan. I want. Mike had plenty of forensic evidence from the crime scene to make him believe that the shady cop had been assassinated by his enemies or his buddies who didn’t trust him any longer. Mike had never liked Raymond and it was more because of his terrible personality than the fact he made the average cop look bad with his urge to make a buck on any opportunity that presented itself to him in the normal course of his police work and even when he was off-duty with his constant sense of always looking.