Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice...Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We froze together out on the Khyber Pass,as you kept entertaining my frostbitten ass.Or the time we drove with the diplomat from DoD?That weak moron shit that persistently had to pee?You played many things and many a mellow track...translators now sing Sinatra tunes deep in Iraq.With. She drifted closer to Charlie’s stage, then she paused and took a seat right there.Charlie got a better look at her and realized how pretty she was. Not traffic-stopping, but in a nice way. She looked like the type of woman you would see jogging around a subdivision after putting the kids on the bus. You know, the one all the other husbands watch as she goes past. No, Charlie mentally took that back.There was no way she had punched out a couple of kids unless she was a fitness fanatic. But her. We had big home 4 rooms in top 2 room on the main floors. And there was basement.Mom said the insurance money would come next week. It took long time but it is ok.We had great time. But we miss you brother. She looked very sexy with big boobs just like mom’s boobs. I looked at her and mom they both looked very sexy got me hard.Preet said brother what are u looking at me n mom?I said I am very sorry mommy.They both said don’t worry b*o,son at same time. Me always look that way at girls.I said. I run my tongue back up your body and over your nipples before kissing you again. Then I step back. "Would you like a drink?" I ask...I take a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket and open it with a bang. You have just about recovered yourself and cross to join me, your top still open and half off your shoulders allowing your breasts to poke out of the undone bra. You take your glass and kiss me softly. Then you down the contents of your flute in one swift movement and give me a big grin. I.