Ebe dekhila bada helani sighra purei diaBunu: taa seitaku purei dei bhaujaku ta gehibare laagigala Bhauja khali saabas badhia heuchhi aau jor jor dhak...ka mara kahuthanti. Bhauja eta kana pura vitaraku pasijaichhi tuma peta ta KaatuthibaBhauja: Budhu,kitchhi jaani naai are, sethire pudii ta mulu mulu hoi swargaku pahanchila 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. Ami gorom dudh kheye nilam boudir isharay. Tarpor suru holo amader kamleela. Rupa amar kole uthe gelo,Ami oke kole nitei rupa amay thote kiss korte laglo,ami korlam.kiss korte korte amra wild hoye dujone dujoner thot e kamor bosalam.kamra kamri korte korte amader thot theke blood berochilo.ami ebar rupa k namiye or saree,blouse,saya,khullam,erpor dekhi sei silver chain pete badha ami amar mukh diye bra er hook,r bikinir fite khullam,o nijer thot kamrachilo r ahhh uhuuhhh korchilo.Ebar komor e. This year, for the first time, that's gone. I'm ME, Goddamnit! For the first time, now and forever, I'm finally able to be ME! One thing I've spotted amongst T*-persons, they all have a tremendous inner need for validation. Generally for a very long time they sensed something "different" about themselves from the mainstream. For some, this difference has been an irritant since early childhood, for others it was realized in adulthood. A lot of persons might even have not been able to define that. Sumaya straddles him, and sighs with sweet delight as his hard cock fills her vacant, dripping pussy. The boy is in a sitting position, and Sumaya leans her forehead against the boys forehead, staring into his glazed, hazel eyes, and she begins to grind her hips deliciously slow on his throbbing, hard cock. Her hands are still tied behind her back, and all she can do is grind her pussy around his hardness. It feels heavenly, and she moans softly. The boy cups her face with his hands and.