Kobe theke er khide peyechhe.tui khali paris etake shanto korte, aah shreya, ki bhaloi lagchhe.’ shreyar chotto hat thik moto amar bara-ta ke dhorte...parche na dekhe lungi khule fele or duto hat-i barar opar rakhlam. Ei prathom ekjan purno bayosko loker bara dekhe shreya chomke gelo. ‘Mesho eto boro nunu tomar!!! Kibhabe pant paro tumi?’ ‘shreya sona, anya samoy eta ghumiye thake, kintu tui candi khete bhalobasis, tai o big candi hoyeche re sona. Ar bollam je, eta ar nunu nei, eta holo bara’. Ei. The postman had ridden up behind me while I was "preoccupied" with self gratification!Without a sound and with no noticable emotion, the postman delivered the mail and backed his bicycle off of the porch and rode on with his route. I hadn't had enough time to try and cover up my actions. I thought that he probably saw as much or more from windows every day. I always notice him stopped at homes, talking to men and women that live there. He has been on the route for a long time. Who knows. Darla gets home from her job at a dental office half an hour before me. Usually she uses that time to start dinner and change her clothes. Today she was wearing her work outfit and there were no pleasant smells wafting from the vicinity of the kitchen. When Darla changes her routine, something is wrong."Dick, we have to talk," she began nervously."Sure, Sweetheart," I replied smoothly as I dropped into my recliner, keeping the ball in her court. "What is it?" There's no easy way for me to tell. I started touching myself, first two fingers, then three, moving slowly in and out of my wet stretched pussy. I imagined my three fingers were Big Tyrone’s black cock…I suddenly whimpered and came again, as my three fingers felt another flood inside me. I finally passed out, a bit exhausted…In the morning, Victor woke up before me and he left for his office.A while later I stumbled into the shower and enjoyed the warm rain.As I closed my eyes and rinsed the soap from my body, naughty images.