Incremental

 

tangan — sangat — kecil

N & T the last letters. And mindful of the slide to sakit, sick.

Staccato was inescapable, even the example on G. Transl fell into it.

Hand — very — small

Banyak was lot, much, numerous. Not an intensifier like sangat.

If the replay presented properly, it would be trialled this very evening.

Of course the gal would have no sense how powerful the visual remained for her partner too. Holding tight as if to a rudder in a buffeting storm. Long undisturbed minutes. With the bedcover thrown back there was a clear prospect, of which she was almost certainly taking sly advantage from her position lower on the pillow. The eyelids indicated. 

Kechil besar. A little big, it had been last week, which had produced ready agreement, without anything further being added. Only the clinging, and pretty tight. The initiative had been taken by her too, which was not so common. Some brushing against her belly may have prompted.

Good minutes. Soothing & meditative. Sent her mind swimming into uncharted waters very likely.

As a consequence, the following unfolded like a melodious song: the move for the mount; joining for the slow, careful ascent into the clouds, where we tarried some while on the pass through thin cottonballs.

This now was better; certainly good for development.

tangan sangat. Some practice would be needed; it would be easy to blur the two. 

Kecil was known.

tangan sangat. tangaN sangaT.

The Toyota chap in the room opposite could not have managed anything comparable the other night from the young China or Viet pretty he had brought back from the Karaoke.