Ar nijer mee nie vaba amar chintar o baire.Tai amar mee ta zodio sob somoe modern posak porto ami kokhono kharap kichu vabi ni.Vabtam adhunik jug, som...oer sathe milie cholai valo.Kintu ek din lokkho kor tei holo. Amar basae telephoner line extension line ase. Ek din phone korar jonno phone tule suni ek ta cheler sathe kotha bol se Mili.Rekhe dite zee suni chele ta bolse kal basae aso.khotka laglo tai puro ta sunar jonno abr phone kane lagai.Suni cheleta bolse kal ma baba basae thak be na,Dupurer. ’ I shook my head as I walked out of the room. ‘I can’t do this. I just can’t.’ I sprinted down the stairs and searched frantically for my car keys. Shane followed a few seconds later. ‘Tess, wait.’ I started pulling up cushions and tossing books on the floor, desperate to find them. ‘Stop! Will you just stop for a second?’ I jerked my arm away when he tried to touch me. ‘Tess!’ ‘Stop yelling at me!’ I paused my destruction to scream at him. ‘You think this is helping and it’s not!’ ‘Then. Bahut sakht tha. Meri muh ko kisi ki gand ki tarah chodi ja rhi thi. Pure lund ka swad muh me jam sa gaya. Pura lund mere thik se sarabor ho chuki thi. Fir lund nikalkar meri gown faar kar mujhe chumne lage me v lipatkar pura anand le rhi thi meri black bra utar chuki thi or mustafa kisi shishu ki tarah meri chuchiya choos rahe the. Kavi baye toh kavi daye. Meri chuchiya laal ho gayi parantu mustafa ka ji na bahara or muh mere boobs or hatho me mere kulhe daboche huye the. me ab bas chudna. He pounded into her mother a few times more, then collapsed on top of her. Marcheline stroked his back, once again saying soft, soothing things French couldn’t hear. The man got up abruptly. Still breathing hard, he yanked his clothes into place, fastening buttons and zippers. Marcheline looked shocked. She sat bolt upright in bed, naked and wild looking. ‘What are you doing? Where are you going?’ she asked, disbelief plain in her voice. ‘I told you, Marcheline. It’s over. You’re a great lay, I.