Tere hi bur ka shahad hai na…?’ “han bhayya who tho theek hai.. Par isme aapka lund ka ras hota tho aur maza ata.. Na..” mei itlathi boli.“p...rwah nahi meri munni.. Mere lund ras ka mei tujhe omlet khilaunga.,. Ab tho ise choos lolly pop ki tarah..”aur mere muhn mei apna lund ghusa diya.. Bhayya mujhe kya kya naamo se bulathe the.. Kabhi gudiya tho kabhi munni, chunnu,, sweet heart, salee, chinal.. Aur randi.. Na jane kya kya.. Yeh sab sun kar mei aur garm ho jathi thi.Mei bhayya ka makkan se. It's Happy Solstice, Rob." She nestled her head under his chin."It's been so long since I celebrated," she continued. "It feels like forever. I'm so old, Rob. I've been around too long." Hey now! None of that," Rob scolded gently. "We're here, now, celebrating, and you are not old."Rob thought furiously. What she was saying fit in with one of his concerns about eternal life. Could a vampire become bored? Would ennui set in? Rob realized there was another facet: despair. Despair at having seen. We'd play a hand then laugh our asses off about the Captain making the Major swab the deck. I made sure to sneak in when his back was turned and got a couple pictures - they would be priceless.However he was not just an officer, he was our commanding officer and I feared some serious retribution when we hit port. I was distracted thinking about it when the CPO laughed, "Damn that was a boneheaded play, your mind must be somewhere else."I answered, "Yeah the Major is going to be majorly pissed. .”iiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee”…. Use bahut maza aa raha tha.“Sudha rani…tere boobs to bahut hi mast he…lagta he pura hi kha jau”…. kahte huwe … mene usko right boobs ko pura muh me bharne ki khoshish karne laga.. Uska blouse pura bhig gaya tha, meri lar se.“To kha jao na…. kisne roka he…” kahkar usne apna boob mere face par ragadane lagi…Phir ek hath se me uski jangho ko sahlane laga aur dusra hath uske garden ko sahlate huwe dhire dhire blouse ke andar dal diya. Usne mera hath blouse ke andar pakad.