Ekdin sandhay ami office teke phire ase amart roome TV dekhi , sadharanato oi samay barite kei thake na Samir Kaku tar baro chele ke niye business-er ...kaje baire thake choto cheleta private parte jai. Hathat Rita Kakima Amar Ghare Dhuke Kichu Ekta Balbar Chesta Korlo Kintu Balte Napere Amar Hate Ekta Kagajer Tukro Diya Chole Gelo, Ami Kagajer Tukrota Kule Dheki Tate Lekha ache Se Amar Sanga Perte Chai ebong Kichu Bolta Chai,Ami Baparta Bhujeo na Bhojhar Mato kare thaklam 2,3 din kete gelo Kakima. She stroked the muscles through the fabric of his shirt as her head tucked itself under his chin. They talked, softly, just enjoying each other’s company. As the clock struck midnight she pulled back a little from him. ‘I have to go,’ she said softly, ‘I must get some sleep.’ ‘I as well,’ he replied. But before she could move, he pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped strongly about her slender waist as their lips met. Kissing her gently, he began to press his lips more firmly against hers,. ”“You’d better get the papers drawn up then ‘cos I’m going to see him now.”“I’ll change the locks while you’re out.”“Go to hell” and I grabbed my car keys.“Where are you?” I asked Marcus on my phone from the next street.“In the pub baby why?”“Stay there and get me a large brandy please.”Fifteen minutes later I pulled up in the pub car park of the pub he owned and walked in to find him sitting by himself in a corner reading the morning paper.“What the hell’s wrong?” he asked, so I told him while. "Hello honey," Caroline greeted her husband, "you remember Jim don't you? He's just called by to donate his semen. Jenny was just going to wank him off for us." Hi buddy," Jim greeted M, by shaking his hand firmly inconguously enough as his prick pointed in M's direction too, rigid and firm.Caroline and Jenny laughed. They too saw the irony in the scene."Better if you shake his dick than his hand M." Jenny giggled."Well, why not," Caroline said. "Now he's here he can help. Jenny, fetch that.