Kaka kakima ra berate jabe bole ami chilam oder bari pahara dite. Ami bose tv dekhchi ar sonali kaaj korche barir. Ami sedin r thakte na pere bollam s...nali tor bra er fite dekha jache. O bollo isshhh tumi khub asovyo go dada, oidike takiye aacho. Ami bollam bra ta samlate paris na, o bollo bra e to sob samlay go dada. Bole hese fello. Tarpore bollo tumi sbsmyemn asovyo bhabe amar bra er dike takao bujhi? O nijer kaj korte laglo.Ar aamio tv dkehte laaglam. Ektu pore bhablam barite to r keu nei,. In the room were two couches against adjacent walls in the corner. On one of the couches was a man with his pants to his ankles. Kneeling between his legs was a woman wearing a white peasant blouse which was open and a miniskirt pulled up over her waist. There were three stuffed chairs across the room under a large screen television. In each chair sat a man, each of them looking across the room at the couple and stroking their cocks.I thought they were a bit shy to sit far away. I sat on. Susan refuses to talk to me.’ Then she once again burst into tears. Anne put her arm around Denise’s shoulder and hugged her. Denise hardly responded at first, but when Stan joined in from the other side, kissing her cheek and nuzzling her neck as well, she giggled a little, still shaking with the after effects of her sobbing, but with a shaky smile on her face. ‘I just realized,’ she said, ‘I can’t even have comfort sex with you! Ironic, huh?’ Stan and Anne hugged and comforted her for a long. She looked out of the window to see her brother Scott standing out the door with flowers. Feeling overjoyed, she rushed to open the door. He was standing there, handsome as ever with his dark hair a bit long almost covering his eyes holding bright daises for her. He smiled at her so sweetly."Scottie! Oh God your so sweet!" She hugged him tightly smelling his cologne."Hey! I remembered it's mother's day and I know my baby sister is a mommy." He said as he squeezed her firmly."Well, come on in..