Bhumi’s hands slowly pressed/brushed my gigantic shaft over the underwear.I pushed Yogita to the wall on one side of the bed and dug my face between... those huge boobs. My face rubbing and crushing the soft, sweaty, and spongy boobs. My nose is filled with the smell of Yogita’s sweat.Yogita started to moan with deep heavy breaths. Bhumi started kissing and licking my back. While my face is feeling the soft cushiony boobs of Yogita, my hands grabbed her big round shapely ass over the pants. I. “You keep staring...” her voice held a hint of laughter, and she looked up at Kirsten innocently. “You haven’t seen someone wet and disheveled before?”“Sorry, but you’re absolutely beautiful, it’s hard to keep my eyes off of you.” Kirsten blurted, and then instantly regretted it.The girl laughed openly, and then her voice dropped to a whisper. “Well if you like how I look in a wet dress, I can only imagine you’d like how I look out of it...” And then the girl stretched and yawned, running her. Jón climbed the hill and when our eyes were accustomed to the darkness I took over. I could see two of the five foot patrols. They were currently just resting in the dark but close enough that we could get them with the mortars.I studied the stars and then went down the hill. The two mortars were aimed by guess and the probable flight of any survivors. The weapons were loaded with shells but their formulation had some of the dynamite in them for extra power.The mortars coughed one at a time and. In next one hour she had forgotteneverything. In the afternoon she had washed her undergarments and she did notfind any place for drying them so she went to the balcony. As she was hangingher brassiers on the ropes, suddenly the door of the next flat opened and cameout a Tall Black Negro, wearing only jeans. He was looking like a beast. Tall,Black and ugly, having curly black hairs all over his chest. His lips werethick and large red eyes were trying to pop out of their sockets.He had a broad.