He forced himself to open his eyes as the dais reached the bottom.There was simply not enough invective that he could think or say to cover what he wa... feeling. It was obvious to him now how little experience Z'haas has had in Narlassi politics. It explained so much about his disregard for protocol in his own nation. He had failed to pick up on what the diplomat had really meant.The Urisi were looking at this simply as a means of obtaining spoils of war, perhaps even a small colony. Either way,. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the. Idiot!” he cursed himself. But before he could act on it.“Aahh!” Nabha screamed as she woke up finding her breasts exposed. John came out to look. Nabha had buttoned back her blouse and went outside to look. There she saw Wasim. He smiled looking at her. She smiled back and waved her hand. He waved back. Happy, smiling Nabha walked back inside the tent.“Nabha thought that Wasim took advantage of her while she was sleeping and took her bra as a souvenir. And she isn’t mad. Interesting,” said. It made no sense. But it was a powerful feeling between her legs whenever her tits were fondled. And he knew it would feel that way. Massaging her orbs, she was aware of the gathering wetness in her valley. Tweaking her nipples, she felt twinges in her pussy. Erotic energy crackled through her body. She closed her eyes to savor the sensations as she kneaded and squeezed her breasts. She thought about how hot she felt and how much she wanted to be touched on her sex. Reopening her eyes, she saw.