Dussehre ke samay me apne nanihal jata hun har saal to us saal bhi gaya.Ghar pahunch ke freshup ho gaya phir me us bhabi ke ghar gaya dekha to woh bed...pe soyi hui thi to maine unke gaal pe ek kiss de diya,woh chaunk ke uth gayi aur mujhe dekh ke bahut khus ho gayi.Kuch aise waise batein karte karte maine ppucha ki bhabi bhaiya ghar pe nahin he to aapkowoh sab yaad nahin ati he ,to unhone kaha ki yaad to ati he par kya karein tumhere bhaiya bhi to nahi he na to asie hi chup rehna padta he.Phir. Petite. Girlish. She was all of those. She was wearing a dress at the time. A sundress. Not scandalously short, but short. Her legs were exquisite. I wanted to lick them, from her toes to her thighs. Small tits. A tight butt. Pale skin to match her hair. Although I couldn’t tell at the time, she had eyes the color of sapphires and a mouth that rarely frowned. I wondered at times if it was because she knew I was watching her. Maybe she was smiling, thinking of how lucky she was to be loved like. . oops ... due his masterful handling of the rescue of the Princesses and the twins ... Lieutenant McIntyre got a demotion.That part of Michigan ... the part around Detroit voted to stay with the United States ... Captain McIntyre had had a perfect opportunity to eliminate the Princesses ... instead, he was on the general shit-list for not being dishonorable enough to eliminate an enemy.Lance Corporal Johns was the gate guard who watched Connie's low slung thong as she swiveled back and forth. As I walked along I overheard two men arguing up ahead. I couldn't hear the whole conversation but from what I was able to hear they were a couple. Well not anymore as one of them broke it off with the other.Luckily for me the one who was dumped was walking the same way as me, he didn't seem upset more annoyed and confused. I walked slightly faster to catch up with him and for the first time ever I started talking to a man in person in the hopes of some fun. I have only ever used the internet.