I happen to have very few relatives in Bengaluru so I don’t go anywhere during weekends. I don’t drink now and have never smoked in life so my wee...ends are very lonely sometimes.This story started about a year ago and is still continuing. I live in an apartment which has many houses above and below my flat. One day while I going to work I saw that someone was putting rangoli in front of their flat on 1st floor. Her cleavage was totally visible from the top so I was silently watching it for few. On one of our weekly weekend sleep overs, Ryan and I were looking and porn on my lab top. Both of us were getting horny and we were pitching tents. Usually, we would jack-off in front of each other (even on the same bed), but we never touched. During this night though, all of that changed.With looking at the porn, both of us started to undress and get comfortable. He was the first to get fully undressed. He pulled out his thick, veined, uncut cock as it smacked him on his stomach. When erect,. I’m still in the Marine Corps Wounded Warrior Regiment. Since I’ve been back from The ‘Stan, we talked on the phone kind of regularly. Now I wish we had talked even more, or I had taken some of my leave. He knew I was reconsidering finishing my twenty. Gramps wanted me to continue the family tradition, and make the BBC a working ranch again. He wouldn’t push me, but he might have nudged me. He would have told me if there was some kind of threat.”Loni nodded, but didn’t respond to my. Is that true?”Forgetting what she had learned about the firm on Saturday, Carol drew herself up straight in her chair and declared, “Yes, it’s true. He was a lieutenant and platoon leader in Alpha Company, First Ranger Battalion—”“Second Lieutenant William Baker Christian,” Kathy breathed softly.“But how could you know that?” Carol exclaimed.“Because my husband is Kenneth Carlson,” she replied. “He commanded Alpha Company.”It suddenly all came back to Carol. “Well then, you probably know Brad.