Ab mere man me unhe nanga dekhne ki iccha hui,to mai subah chhat pe khada hokar unka injar kare laga subah uske ghar pe koi nahi hota tha bacche schoo...l chale jate the or unkal the nahi,lagbhal 10 baj rahe the wo aai or usne apna nighty uteri ab wo kewal blaouse or peticoat me ti mai dekh raha tha chhipkar phir wokapde dhone lagi or kapdhe dhone ke bad usne apna blaouse utara wow kya boobs the ekdam tite, fir usne apna bra bhi utar diya uske boobs maine pahli bar dekhe the bilkul tite or 20 sal,. "I enjoyed a sip of my coffee and then poured Morgan a bit of the dark liquid too. It wasn't the freshest coffee, but it was enjoyable enough and it helped bolster my appearance of being in control. After delivering the coffee to the gunner's mate, I sat back down in my command chair. Private Nehring smiled at me from the wall by the Bridge's exit, his posture told me I'd won him over. He looked relaxed, his arms rested on top of the carbine that was clipped to his chest armor.Without asking. After they got home. She changed into some old sweats and a frumpy tee. hiding herself. She helped put the groceries away, more to help her learn his kitchen. She said very little. They had ordered pizza the way she liked and had finished eating. He changed into comfortable clothes and was watching something mindless in the big room when She came in and sat beside him. The current atmosphere was thick with tension and sadness.. She didn’t look at him as she began to speak. “I don’t appriciate. (Damn right?). As the booze kicked in we got a little closer and attracted to one another. Next thing I knew was that she had her hands on my thighs and well that gave me the green light to start being a bit bold. In my mind, I was like cha-ching.The warm evening continued and eventually, I had my arms around her waist and she did not stop me from letting me feel her body. We kept rubbing against each other and consistently had our hands interlocked. I love a woman’s neck and I couldn’t resist.