Vegetable and tomato soups are good, otherwise, steer clear. Everything in the salad area or light lunch area is good. Milk is either four days to exp...iring or it expired a day ago, so beware of that." Wow, thanks."We go for bagels and tomato rice soup.We head out to the cafeteria. "Okay, where do we sit?" With the rest of the popular kids of course," Char says leading the way."But I thought we were the popular kids..." This is so confusing."I mean in the other grades. We sit with the most. .that’s what they need.”Hamish’s head was down and his tongue was busy. Sucking and flicking. He knew the drill and he wasn’t here to tread water.J’Arnie was super aroused. Well she had had a bit of play as the moisturiser tantalised her fem-pleats a few minutes ago. She was wet already. Self help is a great thing.The blonde had his brunette back on his bed. Legs splayed. Only the dazzling white of crotch panties between his tongue and girly gash. “Fuck...Wow...My God” he got out as he yanked. . can I fire it?" Katie said as she jumped up and down.I looked at my other wife in confusion as I stood up. Walking over to her, I said, "Show me, and maybe I'll let you fire it."Katie jumped once more, landed, grabbed my hand and started to drag me out of the room.We walked out the door and I stopped in surprise as I looked at the APC and said, "Not only no but hell no you are not firing that cannon."I walked over to the APS-3 'Anoa' infantry vehicle painted white with United Nations Peace. Hans scoffed at the idea just like he had rejected the inclination to trust the dreaded witch. He loved his adopted sister more than life itself but sometimes she was so irritatingly “good” that he left her to her cleaning in the tiny hut and he visited the Gypsy girls in the nearby camp next to the fast-running river that flowed from the higher peaks even in the coldest weather.Hans accepted the fact that the girls in the Gypsy camp were usually dirty in stark contrast to the impeccable Greta,.