” Ami boudir guudr dike dekhlam je amar mota bara ta boudir guuder phuto ta khoob kore choriye diyeche. “boudi tomar guud to kono kumari meyer kac...hee guud noye. Tomar guudrt to bara gelar obbesh ache?”“aaah… ohhhhh aiiiiiiiiii, amar guuder kono purush manusher bara gelar obbesh ache, kono ghora ba gadhar bara gelar obbesh neyee. Achha eibar anek hoyeche, tor bara ta bar kore ne amar guud theke. Amar mone hochhe je amar guud ta aajke phete jabe.” Ami bujhte parchilam je boudir baitha songe songe. I knew she must be hot as hell as well, I know how little it takes to turn her on, and just hearing Cheryl talk and moan would turn on Mother Superior. Cheryl had her butt right on the edge of the couch giving me all the room I wanted and allowing me free access to her. I inserted two fingers into her as I licked and tugged at her clit with my lips. In the background I could hear Franklin going nuts. I knew he could smell his mistress and I am sure he could smell me. But what I was hoping for. My hand was on my cock before the dooreven closed behind me. I startled the lone guy at the urinal but Ididn't have time to worry about that. At least I made it into thestall before the orgasm hit. It was just as knee buckling and mindnumbing as all the rest. As I pulled my pants back up, I noticedthat they were several inches too long! My reflection in the mirroris what really terrorized me though. My lips were full and round.My eyes were large and doe like (or maybe my face was smaller).. All the lights were off and the blinds closed. It was completely dark except for a small candle in the corner that gave off just enough light to see outlines of the furniture.“Come in!” I shouted.The door opened, a rather large, muscular figure stepped through it, and then shut the door.“This the place?” he asked. It was obviously the black guy I had texted.“I'm over here on the couch.”“I can't see shit.” he said, feeling his way over to the couch.“You eyes will adjust.” I said, reaching out.