Ami darun shihorito holam. Ken jani hothat khalake aro jorebuker sathe chepe dhorlam r aste aste pithe hat bulate laglam. Kissukhon pithehat bulie tar...mathai r gale o ador korte thaklam r se fupie fupie kadte thakloar onek kotha bolejete laglo. Kissukhon darie theke amar pa dhore ashsilo taiami take nea sofai boshlam, khala amar buke mukh guje fopate thaklo r amar bahat tar buker niche thakai prothom bar tar dudher akar onuman holo. Onek borodudh r besh norom. Ami tar dukre other fake hat ta. As soon as she sees me she says hi I also replied Hi.& she left. I asked mom what was she doing here , mom said was here to know about some Marathi dishes. I knew she was lying. This happened for a week. So one day I bunked my cc to see what is going on. I saw mom was instructing chahat some recipes in the kitchen. I waited for whole time to see but nothing happened. I tried 2-3 times conservative days in a week to see but nothing happened. I felt ashamed and guilty that I doubted mom and. ”“You know I am always willing to be fucked by you, John. It is a pleasure I hope to experience for many years to come, interrupted only to birth you a son or two.”“Your generosity is unstoppable, Bravura my love. Let us retire to my bed furs, assuming my bedmates have departed for other matters. You remain the only volunteer for full sex, but Travana indicates that may change soon. The other women are almost back to normal, I believe.”“I must make good use of your time, then, my love, for I. Kelly turned her head, willing the blade to go away. The shaman paused, breathed slowly in and out, in and out.He lunged with a heavy grunt, thrusting the knife in and then jerking up. White-hot pain surged through Kelly’s body, driving the breath from her lungs. Her mind, feverishly seeking the source of the pain, forced her eyes downward. Blood ran freely from the deep slit in her crotch and belly, the knife in her bellybutton standing out like a boulder in a stream.The elderly shaman was.