Ena seivathu endru theriyaamal irunthen, aanal antha pen en meethu kama aasaiyil irukiraal enbathai matum uruthi seithu konden.En seivathu endru yosit...u konde irunthen, mendum oru murai unathu thulai pesi number irunthaal kodu endru keten? Atharku aval irunthaal thara matenaa en idam thulai pesi kidaiyaathu endru sollinaal. Pinbu angu irunthu kilamba manam ilamal kilambinen antha tharunathil thaan oru yosanai vara aarambithathu.Aval number illai endraal ena namathu numberai koduthu vitu selalam. She had planned to spend the night rather than drive another six hours home. She hopped back into the car and crept up the path stopping twice to break down the little trees that had grown in between the track marks. ‘How long since anyone has been here?’ she wondered out loud. Then it came into view. It was a dump. The property her late aunt Patrice had bequeathed her was nothing more than an old deserted mansion badly in need of repair, or demolition. Whatever. As soon as she returned, she. He felt his skin stretching as his bodyshifted. The pleasure is insane.He felt the pulling his skin, the pressure from the inside and thepleasure from everywhere. His hands continued to feel his chest and Natestill couldn't do a damn thing. "Woman," Nate thought and is cutoff when astrong pressure wave pushed his focus to his nipples. He felt them movingaway from his body. Weight began accumulating on his chest. The bra beganto do what it was designed to do and Nate started to feel the soft. However, within a couple of months Carol realized that she might be losing him. So, she used the oldest emotional blackmail trick in the book. She told him that if he left her she would kill herself. (I could only wish that she had! My son would probably be alive today.) George worked hard in school and at his outside job to help pay for that schooling. He still stayed with Carol. Carol and George married and a year later had their first child, our granddaughter Sophie. George was a doting.