I opened my canteen and splashed water over my face and hands, to wash off the dirt. Slathered on half of my last tube of sun blocker; cover the face,...neck and hands, going half-way up the forearms. Took off my BDU jacket and checked the hip holes. The one in front looked bad; yellowish tendrils haloing out from the bloody blackish center. I couldn't get a very good look at the one on the reverse, but I didn't imagine it looked any better.'Come on home, honey.'"I'm trying. I really am trying.. One could easily see her panties with slight bent.Pooja was asking about Delhi and started chatting. In between while laughing she would move backward and I could have a glimpse of her panty line. By 6:45 Ramesh walked in with whiskey. Rajni fried pakoras and served light snacks that Ramesh bought.Pooja also walked in and insisted that she also wants to eat. I happily served her and two boys. Rajni was wearing a tight shirt and a salwar. It seemed that her boobs wanted to tear the shirt and. She used her military-grade cortical implant to ping the aerostat’s controlling AI. All of the offensive military functions of that hardened and cutting-edge implant had been deleted or suppressed at her discharge but it was still the equivalent to any but the most exclusive civilian devices. She could still seek the answer to that question swiftly and safely without having to risk being shocked unconscious due to some careless misunderstanding.?AI data request,? she sub-vocalised. ?Confirm. “I don’t think that is quite enough, my dear. How messy you can be.”She tugs my face upwards, and I blush as I know I have done an impeccable job of cleaning her up.She slaps me across the face.Face slaps are definitely one of her favourite things, and mine too, though they always make me blush.“Now get some paper to wipe me off properly.”I bend over the toilet paper dispenser, attempting to grasp the edge of the paper with my teeth.Most unexpectedly, my pants are pulled down and a finger is.