Maagir botaguli jokhon ghoracchilam maagi kepe kepe uthchilo r nijei nijer gud kochlate laglo. Ami maagi k chit kore bichanai shuiye dilam. Tar duita ...aa du dike choriye diye tar haa kora gudey amar jivta lagalam. Amar jivta diye maagir fola fola guder cherai chat-te laglam. Or gud roshe veshe jaachilo. O aaa ahh ahh korte laglo. Amar mathar chul tene dhorte laglo. Or guder sathe theshe dhorte laglo. Pachata narate laglo. Erokom kore prao 1o minute dhore or gud chatlam. O ekbar guder rosh amar. This year I was a girlie clown. Myoutfit was a riot of aqua, yellow and pink with fuzzy "buttons," a littlejester cap on a headband, silly little gloves, and matching tights. A tutupoofed out the skirt, and my little pink shoes finished the outfit. I was aharlequin, a silly one. Of course, no self-respecting woman would wear sucha costume but it was never intended for one. But that was fine, because mygirlish side was typically younger, a young teenager. Giggly, self-conscious,. ... Jayden!!! Oh God, you look like death!"I opened my blurry eyes, unsure of why I was gazing in to the depths of some bountiful cleavage. Was... was I on the floor? Had I feinted? What was that noise? As I became more and more aware of my surrounding I realised I was, in fact, on the ground, I must have feinted, my head felt like it was on fire... and those glorious orbs of bountiful breast belonged to my mother."Urgh... " groggily I went to sit up. How hard had I collapsed?! My head was. “Greedy girl,” he said with humor as he felt and knew my keen-ness, “I am accustomed to calling the shots, so it is a novelty to have a young mortal take charge. I wonder where you’ll go with this?” His little speech was punctuated by small thrusts that nearly drove the ability to think from my mind. As he finished talking, he rolled us over, placing me on top and in the driving position. Taking my cue, I sat up and straddled him. I rocked my hips back and forth in the swift irregular rhythm.