Lubing his index finger with his spit, Marty slowing began inserting the digit into my tight brown eye. At first there was this feeling of pressure, ...and then suddenly the tip slipped past the outer ring of muscle. As Marty’s mouth continued to minister to my member, the copious amounts of saliva served to keep his finger well lubed. Soon his finger was moving in and out as if we had been doing this for years, and the slightly unpleasant feeling had turned to one of sensuousness. Meanwhile, the. Dhire dhire ami riyar kacha panty teo mal felte suru korlam,ami pagol hae jetam riya k dekhlae, kintu bhaeo lagto kichu korte gale riya jadi or didi k bole dae, riya k cadbery eclars chocolate khawatam chocolate half kore kete tar majher chocolate berkore amar feda dhele ok chocolate khete ditam erPor riyar samnae or didi k ami dip kiss korta jaria dhortam podtip tam, r riyar dike r chokhe takatam,bujtam bor mara jawar por amar r or didi r ae lila dekhe o horny hoe uthto, chokhe mukhe ta bojha. .the shock on his face as he takes another look at me thoroughly, I can't blame him...I looked and dresses like a teenage butch girl with a short emo haircut. All of a sudden I realized that I left my wallet back at my friend's place, as soon as I told him this...he was furious. He stopped the car and yelled at me "Are you lying? I need money I save it so I can go to pakistan, I miss my wife's fuck. I miss giving her my loda!!! I miss her chooth (Pussy)" I was scared looking at him react that. The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious.