Amar o ar daranor khamata nei. Chup kore ghore suiye pori. Ghantakhanek por dipu chole jai. Ami boudir ghore dhuki. Amake dhukte dekhe boudi taratari ...uthe pore. Amar samnei blouse lagate thake. Ami chenali kore jigyes kori ki boudi tomar buke danter dag keno go. Boudi hese bole bujhbi na re ei kamore ki sukh. Ekbar purusher mukh porle tui o charte parbi na. boli ami ar kothai pabo?Boudi bolle khuje dekh tor hather kachei pabi. Biyer age ki kochi khuki thakbi naki. Chance pele tipiye ne. ami. If we treat someone unable to treat others, we kill more people than if we only treat those capable of helping everyone."Antario was having none of it. "So ye' says. That's what the g'ment say. 'We know what ye' need. Everyone stay home and don't bug us. We in charge and no one help no one else.' 'Cept they don't do squat! Well, I say this: I went to that Pentagon thingie and tore it down. I stood up to those crooks, I ripped the ribbons from them chests and I shove them in them faces. They. Yes, yes, this is exactly what I wanted. My dark desires coming true. “Yes Daddy, make me your slut.” Rising up to get undressed I saw his body, all muscle and tan skin, and his cock. My mouth still waters when I think of it. “Stand up.” He said. His voice had changed, gotten a little lower, more authoritative. It was hot! I stood, wearing only my thin camisole, my pussy and ass on display for him. He went to sit in his favorite chair, his legs stretched out. Motioning me to come to him, I. One day I found her stranded on the side of an almost deserted road in California’s Central Valley. Jennifer’s car had broken down and her cell phone no longer worked either, and I gave her a ride in my van. That day was one of the hottest on record and, had I not come along, she might very well have died of heat stroke or dehydration, and she has been grateful to me ever since. Personally, I thought of my actions as giving normal assistance to a person in distress, and nothing out of the.