Bhauja eta kana pura vitaraku pasijaichhi tuma peta ta KaatuthibaBhauja: Budhu,kitchhi jaani naai are, sethire pudii ta mulu mulu hoi swargaku pahanch...ila pari laage tume jetiki jor jor dhakka mariba mote setiki khusi laaguthiba aau gehi gehi mo pudii ku fatei dia Khub aagaru sabu karibar thila Mu tike kebala bhabi bhabi kichhi kahi parunthili aaji jaanili tuma ta etiki bada boli mote gehi gehi behos kari na parile mu tumaku gandu kahibiBunu: Aau jadi fatei debiBhauja: Tumaku mora bada ghaita. I flipped her bra up over them so I could see them. They were small but nice. I started rubbing them then leaned forward and took them into my mouth. She was crying but her nipples were hard as rocks and her arm was around my head pulling it into her breast.Then as she pressed her pussy hard into my hand she began to orgasm all over my fingers. She was crying as she came. I knew the fight was out of her so I pulled my fingers out of her pussy an got on my knees in front of her and began to pull. . . .I did a lot of it! It seemed like the more I tried to get her off my mind, the more things seemed to bring her in focus. . . .erotic things! In the evening, when I returned our embrace simply drove me to distraction. I could feel the warmth of her breasts and body against me and her leg between mine against my cock. One night her hot breath passed my ear and I had an instant erection. . . .I’m sure Bambi’s leg felt the rising attraction on her leg which was between mine as we embraced. She. Suddenly I hear a knock at my door, which is closed thank god, that scares the crap out of me. "Sweety, dinner's ready." Alright, thanks, mom," I reply.I get up from my bed and walk over to dresser to put some clothes back on and hide my dildo. I see my reflexion in my full size mirror.I stand there and examine my tight 17 year old body. To me I'm perfect. My long dark brown hair reaching a few inches below my shoulders, my face, the source of many comments, my gaze drifts down onto my breasts,.