Actually sahos e kuloto na sebar saraswati pujai ami bari gechilam.ese dekhi sala sob ph e busy ami to obak Bolte laglam: vai tora sob amak chere enga...ge hoye geli? Parli eta korte? Issss nisthur prani ora ja bollo sune tao ektu shanti elo sunlam pujote naki chandrani(dak nam uma) naki oder sob thik kore diyeche or friender sathe toro hoe jabe ei bole amak chup koriye rakhlo tarpor konomote katchilo.ekdin r parlam na..deke bollam j tomar ki r kono friend nei? o to sunei haschilo bollo. I must admit that I thought her husband was a lucky man, coming home to her every night. I was training one evening after work and she was there, keeping up an impressive pace on the running machine, and I watched her lithe movements as I warmed up on the rowing machine behind her. I had not meant to stare, but she was what I was looking at as I built up to a steady rhythm. As I shifted my gaze I noticed that she was watching me in the mirror and I blushed, I hoped that she would think it was. ”“Huh!”“Grim, you’re out now, right?” she asked.“What? Out of jail or out of the Army?”“The Army.”I nodded. “Pretty much. I’m in the Individual Ready Reserve, at least for another few years, but they would have to call me back to duty first. I mean theoretically they could, but I doubt it. Why?”“So, it’s for real. You’re out and we can get married?” she asked.Kelly was laying half on top of me, looking up at me as she said this. I smiled at her and nodded. “Just say when.”“When! Ask me, ask me. I couldn't hold back and neither could she. I pressed my body against hers and she trembled. Our lusts for each other were only surpassed by the passion of our kisses, as we explored the inner confines of each other's souls. I shared my manhood and she provided the receptive outlet, trembling and holding on to me, as I shot my cum deep inside of her. She lay beside me, her hand on my chest, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, smiling. I closed my eyes and drifted off. The next day, I.