It was quit a shock when Sister Mary Rose yanked me out of my chair by my shirt collar. She march me out of the room down the hall to her office, she ...push me in and shut the door locking it behind her, I knew I was in deep shit. Now I wasn’t a saint by any means in school, and took a little pride in messing with Sister Mary Rose in the past. It wasn’t any surprise she was pissed at me. She ordered me to walk over to her as she set down at her desk chair, “We’ve been here before“she. Our Ranger Instructor (RI) marched us into the first open finish area and made a quick nose count to be sure that he had everyone. A Grader came over and confirmed our time and the head count. Our Agency Trainers took charge of us following that and marched us to another small building away from the Army trainees’ area.“Your duffels are inside, you’ll need to sort them out,” we were told before being dismissed. When we got inside, the barracks were the same plain style as the previous one at. .Uske do bhai the or mmi papa the kul milakr 5 jne the family me..Wo khud abi final year me pdai krti h sbse bda bhai bahar city me rahkr pdai krta h wo yaha nhi rhta h dusre no ka papa ke sath shop pr rhta h nd mmi housewife hHmari family or unki family me ache relation h hmara roj ek dusre ke ghr aana jana laga rhta hai . Kahi bahar ghumne jate h to sath me jate h acha enjoy krte hUska bhai mera dost bhi hai to me pdai k silsile me unke ghr aata jata rhta hu jyada muje priya bachpan se kafi. She had well-formed titties, John could see, and slim, attractive legs.She swept her long, hair from her face as she talked to him with enthusiasm about her experiences in Paris. Looking at her father rather shyly, she then told him how she had met a French boy who had taken her to all the well-known sights, and that she hoped he would come to England one day to stay."Did you like him?" Oh yes, Daddy, he was terribly kind to me and took me dancing every night. It was marvelous." I suppose he.