Tobe khat ta sotti khub choto. Ek khate ananyar songe ek sathe sobo, bhabtei mon ta anonde bhore uthlo. Tobu ananya jate kono rokom anch na pai, tai k...tha chalite gete laglam.Ami: ‘ei tuku khate dujone sute besh osubidhai hobe’. Ananya: ‘payoa giyeche etai bhagyo. Na hole to train ei rat katate hoto. Kintu ami bhabchi onyo ekta osubidhar kotha’Ami: ‘abar ki osubidha? Choto khat, ektai kombol, ei jonye to?Ananya: ‘na sekhorda, ta noi’Ami: ‘tobe?’Ananya: ‘aj-i phire jabo bole songe kichu ani ni.. Do you understand?" Yes Ma'am," I answered. "Yes Miss Gina," answered Marissa."OK, then listen. I don't expect it. but when we're talking with eachother, it's ok if you want to call me Momma instead of Miss Gina. Evenat school." You don't want us to be your kittens?" Oh baby, yes I do. But you don't have to call me Miss anymore. Ok? Imean not if you don't want to."I threw my arms around her almost knocking her over. "Do I have to sleepin my own bed?" No," she said with a giggle. "You can both. The pool house had a small patio in front. A bench press and various weights occupied most of that area. The teen picked up a few steel plates off the ground and racked them onto the barbell. Each of them weighed at least 50 or 75 pounds. Her wimp husband probably couldn’t have lifted a single plate, let alone the 400-pound load the teenage bodybuilder lay down to bench.Nicole counted his reps. Lance lifted the weight smoothly and swiftly, without jerking or showing the slightest strain.. The heart shaped bib ofthe apron accentuated my new 'breasts' and I couldn't help twirling onone heel before the mirror to admire my more feminine shape.But this was dangerous. I had an instruction, so as quickly as possiblein the unused to heels, I descended the stairs and entered the kitchen.Jenn had prepared us a tuna salad; a disappointment to me as Friday wasusually takeaway fish and chips with thick crispy batter.Seeing the slightly crestfallen expression on my face, Jenn said"Darling, I.