Mei ek masoom bachha tha gora rang chikna sarir pink lips…choti si gand . mera ek dost tha jiska nam sonu tha .mei sam ko aksar apne dost ke sath kh...la karta tha.ek din mere dost ka bday tha to rat ko mei uske ghar hi ruk gaya.maine rat me achanak kisi ka hath apne lund par mehsus kiya ye sonu tha jo mere lund ko sehla raha tha. Mujhe ajib sa maza aa raha tha maine bhi sonu ke lund ko pakad liya. Kuch der bad hum dono ke hath pair akad gaye aur ajib sa maja aaya. Phir hum dono so gaye. agle din. Preparing for his trip, David put on his traveling suit, wing-tipped loafers, and a brown homburg. He packed the usual necessities, left for the airport, and boarded his first-class seat.During his flight, all David could do was think about India. The land of Gandhi, the home of Hinduism, the world's most populous democracy. The culture, the people, the food! All of his senses overflowed with the thoughts of this land of many peoples. He'd learned a lot about India in history during high. It made my nipples even harder. I felt him unbutton the last button. He opened my dress. The front of me was totally naked for my son to do what ever he wanted to do to me. He started running his hands up and down my body. He started fondling both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why.He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had. The next several days followed the now familiar routine of repair, cleaning, and storing of equipment and weapons for everyone in the unit. The afternoon of our return, Captain Prompan, the Supply Chief, was surprised to receive back more buffaloes and carts than he had lent us.That evening Chanthra was ecstatic to have me back, and Ratana nearly fainted when I brought Lieutenant Chatchai to the house. He still couldn't get around very well with the healing gunshot wound to his thigh. Ratana.