Second of all, her marriage: Military women, if they married at all, married military men—who else would understand and accept the sacrifices requi...red by military duty?Susan understood that as well as any of her fellow women officers. Lord knows they’d discussed it often enough over drinks, generally while complaining about the quality of the men available to them.So why had Major Susan B. Anthony, career army-officer, married a college professor? A professor of philosophy, no less. She. Na story nachitey mail me sorry for the mistakes first time kadaOk story lo ki weltey nenu vundey street baga class ga vuntundi so we are rented in one of yhe house. Ma house owner aunty oka maid ni pettukunaru edi last year jarigindi nenu appudu studies meda baga concentration lo vundi paticnchuko ledu. Tanu dialy mrng 8-9 wastundi works chesukoni wellipotunidi same time nenu clz ki welli potanu. Nenu tanani sarriga chuda ledu three months aipoyaie one fine day I was sleeping na semester. It was matted to my forehead as beads of sweat poured down my face. I could feel my chest sweating under the hot bathing suit, which did not breathe at all. I stood up and took down the top of my suit to just below my navel. My two perky little mounds glistened in the sun. I stretched, first by raising my arms in the air and standing on my tippy toes on the hot tub seat, then pushing the small of my back and arching my back with my hands, thrusting my chest out. Suddenly I heard a man’s. He held a bit of a conversation, but most of his words where out of pleasure. Needless to say, I was very pleased. I was finished with his back and stepped off the bed. ‘Roll over , lover. Time for the other side.’ ‘You might have to help me with that one, Mal. I feel like a limp noodle.’ He tried to roll over, but each attempt failed. I laughed, watching my Tom flop like a fish on our bed. I pushed hard and had rolled him over and straddled his lap within seconds. Our burst of laughter was.