She came out few seconds later and was just staring at me. I noticed her too and was especially drawn towards to the large wet spot on her blouse. She... seemed to be in some sort of pain and so asked her if everything was fine. She responded slowly saying that since she didn’t feed her son, her breasts were swollen and painful and leaking milk. I was instantly aroused and flabbergasted as I didn’t know how to respond. I asked her if she need any medicine to ease her pain. She shyly responded. ” . “So yeah, I guess I like kinky.” “We’ll see,” she said and she was suddenly up flitting around the room. She went into the bathroom. Tom couldn’t get over how young and lithe she was, how perfect her legs and ass and tits were. Tom gazed at the ceiling thinking about his fantastic luck. “Jesus, your tits are magnificent,” he surprised himself in saying out loud when he raised his head from the pillow to watch her walk toward him. She stopped and pirouetted with her arms in the air, “Only my. Ei prothom dekhlam babaji khub khushi haye uthlen aar bollen Anonto eita i budhhiman loker kaj aar tomar stri jakhan bolchhe je tumi sei ghore thakbe to thakte kiser apotti cholo amar ghare jai.Babaji amake jadiye dhare nilen aar kole tule nijer ghore niye gelen, dekhlam Anonto o pichhe pichhe asche. Amake khate suie babaji Anonto ke bollen aaj tomar strir komaraya ami nebo. Arr tar joni monthon kore ami take stri baniye debo tar por se aar kumari thakbe na. Anonto ekta chaire base porlo aar. The tack room was lined with tongue and groove cedar to keep moths out of the horse blankets. The remaining bays were lined in straight pine boards at full dimensions. They would last a long time. After setting the posts and beams for the two wings, the work had left me behind. The heavy lifting was over and all that was left was pounding nails and sawing boards. I wandered around and lent a hand wherever I could, mostly lifting this and moving that. I steadied ladders and handed out.