Aroti bole, bhai er hoia tumi sima ke koro, ar amnite amar o chiahida nai, tumi o aram pabe. Amol khusi hoi ,kintu bou ke bole tumi rag korbe na? Arot...i bole ami chinta kore dakhachi or sorir er ja khiday tate jodi bairer karo kacha aghoton jhotai, ter thake ai borong bhalo. Aroti sima ke sob bollo. Sune sima khusi holo kintu aroti ke bollo, dadar kache je lajja lagbe. Aroti bollo jamaier sathe lajja nai ar vasur dadar sathe joto lajja? Rate kotha moto amol simar ghore gia dakhlo ghor andhokar,. The growling stopped, and they envisioned some beast leaping through the air at them. Yet they were afraid to turn and look behind them. It was the sniffing sound and the soft whines that followed it which gave them courage to look over their shoulders.He stood at the bottom of the crude steps that led into the cave from the boulders above, his lean, powerful body tensed as he continued to sniff the air toward them. The white coat was obviously thinned by the summer's heat, but it looked glossy. It started to hurt less but it felt so strange and I wanted it to end. I shut my eyes and sobbed as he pressed his body against me and moaned as he fucked my virgin pussy. If I sobbed too loud he would cover my mouth and yell at me to shut up or he would make it worse. He flipped me over and shoved my head into the couch cushions and. By then, our parents were worried about both of us. When I was fourteen, my mother died. It was the first real family loss I'd ever experienced. I was devastated, and I realized for the first time what real honest pain actually felt like. It's different from the pain I feel from my condition." How is it different?" The specific pain of loss, rather than just a generalized feeling of despair. I ached for the loss of my mother, I've carried that pain with me for many years. It actually helps put.