“Bou maa amar booke teo ektu maalish kore dao.”Shoshurer booke maaalish korar janno Mala keo danrate holo. Kintu shoshurer khara laura ta Mala ke ...shoshurer kache jete dichhillo na. Mala tar shoshur ke bollo,“Baba, apnar gadhar moton ota amake apnar kache jete dichhe na. Ami apnar booke kemon kore tel maalish korbo?”“Tumi bolo to ami amar ota ke kete phele dee?”“Oma eta abar kemon katha? Apnar ota koto bhalo, ami otake kat te debo na” ei bole Mala shoshurer laura te aste aste hath bulote. Simone Webster is tall slender with a beauty to rival Whitney Houston in her heyday. She has smooth brown skin, sexy long black hair, and full sensual lips. Her eyes are wide and sincere, and it’s not an act. She really is one of the nicest people I know. There’s really nothing to dislike about Simone. Except that when you stand next to Simone you feel like a slob. Regardless of how well you’ve dressed, she’s dressed better. And she’s probably spent about half as much to do it. She has amazing. "Don't think they hear you Joey," my father replied. "Doesn't look like they will mind either." Okay, I guess. But you don't have to, if you don't want to," Joey said to Carol."My master wishes me to, and I only live to do as my master wishes," she said before sucking Joey's head into her mouth like a spaghetti noodle."Gaaaaaaaa!" was all Joey could say."MMMMnnnnnnnnn," I agreed, struggling."Ah, to be young again," my father said to no one in particular.For a minute, the only sounds in the cab. The horse continued pounding in and out but not much more seemed to go in until my Mom let out a bit of a growl, at which Blacky said "Its getting to you isn't it?" My Mum didn't answer and the horse kept pounding relentlessly. After about fifteen minutes of this I swapped over and sucked on Moms right nipple, my Moms eyes had by this time rolled right back in her head and she seemed to be in a trance but sort of reacting to each thrust of the horses dick, her cunt lips seemed to be trying to.