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have you reached home

Bengalese

তুমি আমকে বন্দু ভাবন

Ultimo aggiornamento 2015-11-23
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have you reached home

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have you reached home

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have you reached home safely

Bengalese

আপনি নিরাপদে বাড়িতে পৌঁছেছেন?

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Inglese

A road map was finally reached for resolving the "southern" issue.

Bengalese

ইয়েমেনের দক্ষিণাঞ্চলে কিছু মাত্রায় স্বৈরশাসনের অনুমোদন দেয়া হয়েছে।

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She wrote blog, called major media, paid petition visit to county and provincial government and finally reached Beijing in June 2008.

Bengalese

সে ব্লগ লিখতে শুরু করে, প্রধান সব প্রচার মাধ্যমে যোগাযোগ করে, স্থানীয় ও প্রাদেশিক মন্ত্রণালয়ের মনোযোগ আকর্ষণ করার চেষ্টা করে এবং অবশেষে বেইজিং-এ এসে পৌঁছায়।

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*Bhailog* Hope Everyone Reached Home. *Have A Wonderful and Fun Filled Trip.* Hope We Can Do such More Trip. *How Was the Trip_Digha Your Experience?*

Bengalese

* ভাইলোগ * আশা করি সবাই ঘরে পৌঁছেছেন। * একটি বিস্ময়কর এবং মজাদার ভরাট ট্রিপ করুন * আশা করি আমরা আরও বেশি ট্রিপ করতে পারব। * ট্রিপ_দিঘা আপনার অভিজ্ঞতা কেমন ছিল? *

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dad was 46 and my mother was 38. She was very fair was large breasts, 36c. Her legs were very light in color and so smooth. But their shape was amazing, they were not fat but just large enough to be so shapely. The story began when my dad was out on business. It was my cousin’s engagement party. But I had exams on so I was working. It was my mother’s sister’s daughter who was getting married. My mother had gone alone. To drop her back home from the engagement, my mother’s sister husband (my aunt’s husband) dropped her back in his car. During this time we were very tight for cash and the house was very close to be taken away. Our close family knew this. Well my mother reached home and aunt’s husband Vikesh also entered. They both thought I was not at home but at college. Really I was in my room working. I peeped from my room and saw that my mother had gone into her room to get changed when Vikesh came in. He presented her with an envelope of money. My mother was grateful to him for helping us out. But then he said “what can u give me in return?” He then touched my mother’s breast. My mother was furious she shouted at him. He then took the money back and was about to go. Then my mother begged at his feet to give the money. He said only if u let me do what I want. My mother cried “yeah but we need the money”. Then vikesh laid my mother on a bed. My mother was dressed in a nice red saree for the engagement party. He said just be my dulhan for an hour. My mother was silent. He lifted her saree to knee level and I saw those lovely legs and I got a hard on. He then started undoing her blouse hooks and took it off to reveal the breasts. Vikesh was 53 and there was lust in him. My mother covered her breasts with her hands but he just pushed them aside… And started sucking and biting into them. After 10 minutes of this… He pulled the rest of her saree off till she just had her black knickers on and he ripped them off. My mothers thighs closed and her legs. This was her last chance, her dignity being protected. But Vikesh pulled them open to reveal her vagina… His prize… The honey between her legs. He undid his trousers and quickly pushed his penis inside her. My mother had her eyes closed and wanted to get the humiliation over with. He pushed harder and harder, he was moaning and moaning…. While my mother just kept quiet… Her shiny smooth legs open wrapped around his waist. His thighs pushed deeper and deeper. She was closing her eyes. As he reached the his high of pleasure my mother couldn’t take it any longer and she let out a silent groan ” gaaaaaa” was all she said. She had reached orgasmic point. He just smiled. At the end my mother looked away. He rested by her and said that her husband was lucky, he said that she had given him pure pleasure. My mother asked how he could cheat on her sister. He said that he was desperate for her. But no one should find out. My mother had seed all over her vagina and her juices were everywhere. He then pushed his head between her legs and licked her out and sucked her out for another hour. My mother was being used for sex because she needed the money… She had sold herself for sex. He used her properly and took full advantage. He then asked for oral sex… My mother was totally tired now and said ” but I don’t even do that with my husband” But she had no power and he persuaded her that this will be the last act. He slid his penis in her mouth and she sucked till he ejaculated. My mother then just lay on the bed. The red saree underneath her… And her naked, with red marks over her body around her breasts and vagina. Her clitoris was swollen and she just lay there. He put his clothes on and left the money and went off. The next day, my mother was wearing a green silk sari with a low cut silk sleeveless blouse, a blouse in which I had jacked off hundreds of times. I was sitting at the dining table and she was serving me. That time, my dad had gone for a trip and was not expected for around 3 months. From across the table, she bent to serve me, giving me an excellent view of her creamy cleavage. Seeing that, I got really hard. After dinner, I and my mom were sitting on the sofa watching T. V. , when we got talking. While we were talking, I casually put my hands on her melons and squeezed them. On seeing this, she slapped me and said, “You little bastard, what the fuck do you think you were doing?” I slapped her back and said, “Shut up you slut, I know all about you and Jay uncle. ” On hearing this she was shocked and then slowly started crying. I said, “I want your body mom, and if you don’t want me to tell dad, you will have to bear with anything I do to you. ” Saying this, I put my hands on her breasts again and fondled them. She said, “Okay, we’ll do anything you say, but we cannot have sex. I’m your mother, for god’s sake!” Getting what I wanted, I quickly agreed. I removed the pallu of her blouse and made her sit next to me. I started fondling her breasts through her blouse and then started unbuttoning it. I removed her blouse totally. Then I saw my mother in her bra, with her breasts straining to get out. I then removed her bra and then started sucking on my mother’s nipples. After sucking her breasts for what seemed like ages, I took hold of her head and pressed her mouth to my hard dick. I made her remove my jeans and rammed my dick into her deliciously soft mouth. After a few strokes, I was so horny that I came in her mouth and forced her to swallow my cum. After that incident, I was very free with my mother’s breasts. Everyday after school, I used to go home, remove my mother’s blouse and suck and squeeze her breasts. Even while serving food, I used to just reach over under my mother’s pallu and lift up her blouse and start sucking on her breasts.——– Calling all incest lovers to promote incest sex the best and safest sex….Any girls or ladies from AGRA or DELHI wants having relationship may contact. Secrecy Guaranteed

Bengalese

বাহু কি চুদাই কি কাহানী

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THE GIFT OF THE MAGI O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim.Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie.Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick," said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

Bengalese

the gift of the magi full story

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skyn3t: back home from the #sapling project, planted some saplings @ dadar, brought home two neem saplings to save the environment :) rahulcool: @bombaylives @ranjeet_walunj I planted the saplings as soon as i reached home.!! feeling really proud a really good initiative...#sapling

Bengalese

স্কাইন৩টি: চারা প্রকল্প থেকে বাসায় ফিরেছি, দাদারে কিছু চারা লাগালাম, পরিবেশ বাঁচাতে বাড়ির জন্যে দুটো নিমের চারা এনেছি। রাহুলকুল: @বোম্বেলিভস @রঞ্জিত_ওয়ালুঞ্জ আমি চারাগুলো বাড়িতে পৌঁছানোর সাথে সাথে লাগিয়েছি!

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