Ish ish ish uff uff aaaaaaah… Ar parchhi na… Sob beriye aschhe amar… Jore aro jore koro tomal da…. Amar khosbe… Aro jore aro jore… Rogre r...gre dao na go dada…. Gelo gelo amar beriye geloooo….uuuuuu….eeeeeee….ooo…..Kuntola gud er jol khosiye dilo amar mukhe. Ami chete kheye nilam or gud er jol. Meye tar khub joldi out hoy. Odike ami akbar or mukhe out korechhi tai joldi out hobe na amar. Jevabe morar moto pore achhe kuntola tate bojha jachhe je o ar beshi bar out korte parbe na. Tai oke abar. Her legs are crossed, thighs clamped tightly together. One arm reaches down, her hand presses tightly between her legs concealing her pussy; the other is folded across her chest, trying to hide her nipples and stem the wobble of her pendulous breasts. Her head is bowed but her eyes look up inquiringly. She looks beautiful and vulnerable, yet she has an inner radiance and there’s a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, like one of the beautiful women in a painting by the Dutch master Alma-Tadema.. "Why don't we move to my bed?", I offer. She nods and gets up off me. When I get up, I take her hand, and lead her to my bedroom, opening the door, and allow her to enter first. I watch her in appreciation as she passes over the threshold to my boudoir, she has never looked so beautiful. I enter following her and close the door. There it's a dim light from the lamp on my night stand.She turns and places her hands around my face and draws me near. Our lips touch, and my knees begin to buckle.. Kelly was in a pair of Bermudas and a flowery top; she carried an expensive looking camera with a wide logo-branded strap around her neck. Hanging from one shoulder, she had a large open carry-all purse. We looked like a trio of typical tourists on a day's outing."Hey! I have an idea ... Do you see that jewelry store over there? What if Joe and I were to go in to shop for wedding rings... ?"We discussed the scenario and, when we were all comfortable with the set-up, we crossed the street and.