Himu jhapiye porlo dona-r opor. Hachka ek tan diye khule phello dona-r bra ar panty ta. Dariye thaka obostha tei dona-r buk-e mukh guje dilo himu. Alt...o ekta shurshuri te dona knepe uthlo, khil khil kore hashte laglo. Himu dona ke pajkola kore tule niye bichana te suiye dilo. Ar himu-o jhap mere porlo dona-r pase. Tarpor ar kono kotha nei, dona ghure himu ke joriye dhore pagol er moto chumu khete laglo shob khane.Dona gorom hoye uthte laglo, lojjar matha kheye himu ke bole uthlo, ‘himu, sona. For which I told back this will not work for sure and end up in problem. He asked my mobile but I don’t have mobile phone and hence he gave me his number as asked me to call his mobile. I was scared to talk about this hence I didn’t do that on the day and gone back to home. But the same time I don’t want to miss the opportunity and thus I called him next day while coming back from college. He recognized me very well and his voice seems manly which not looks like 22 years guy’s voice and he. He had no shirt, hairy but muscled chest and stomach, and a thin white bottom with obviously no underwear on. I was shocked to see my wife choose the white halter type (loose on the boobs but she wasn’t concerned) and only skirt length. When she sat with her legs crossed the skirt was half-way up the leg. I knew she didn’t have a bra, but maybe she had whte panties i couldn’t see. Not more than 15 mins in you could tell there was chemistry and no need to dance around anything, he would ply her. I don’t ever want to see you on my range AGAIN! Sir!”“Sorry, I think it slipped a little” I said in apology, hoping it didn’t sound too insincere.“Dammit, you put my range and everyone on it at risk!”I looked around, noticing no one on the range but us. “Sorry Sergeant. I can repeat the course of fire for qualification if you think that’s necessary” I offered sheepishly, although I was laughing my ass off inside.“Give me your equipment and get the hell off MY range. I’m going to record you as.