Ti magchya veli jya bunglyavar kaamala hoti,tithe mi magchi sutti ghalavli hoti. Pan aata eka varshanantar tichi badli dusrya thikani zali hoti. Mhanj...e thode aankhin aat junglat eka daak bunglyavar zali hoti. Ethe pan kwachit koni sarkari pahuna yet ase. Pan 5-7 varsha pasun bungla bandch hota. Ani tithe koni yenar pan navte tari tila tithe ka pathavle te mala ajun kalala nahi. Aatyane patrane aamhala badli zalyache kalavle hote. Mhanun pappa mala thet tichya navin mukaami gheun gele. Aamhale. They say a pain shared is pain halved and it seemed to be working that way.On the way up to the classroom we once again ran into Winston and his gang, given the insights D had given me I wondered if he purposefully staked out our normal route in the hopes of seeing me. Though this thought of D brought fresh tears to my eyes."Good morning," Winston said then noticed our tears, "Why so sad? What has happened to make a pretty lady look so down?"Now D had pointed it out it was fairly obvious that. Meg felt quite sure they were Jonathan's hands, but, it struck her, how we take things for granted, she really couldn't be definitely sure. It was amazing, unnerving and sexually overpowering to think that she was naked being felt by someone and not sure who that someone was. Lips touched her nipples and she felt the old familiar connection as the tongue stroked and pulled. Yes, it was . . . aftershave? Jonathan didn't wear aftershave or cologne, ever! A little feeling of panic overtook her,. Taller than most, yes. I have a higher percentile of size of cock. Brains too, I suppose, but even if I'm up in the 95% range of intelligence, which I'm probably not, that means 5% of a billion people or whatever are smarter than me. And as far as appearance, maybe the 50 percentile of guys my age." At least sixty," Eva quipped.I just shook my head. "Okay, I'm a pretty good writer, but not exactly exceptional. The only thing I'm probably better at than any mortal is my fucking potency. Where's.