”“Not really; there isn’t much I can do. How about you?”“No change. I’ll tell them tomorrow morning. If things get ugly, we can just leave...”“You’ll need to pack your things, though.”“I have most everything still in boxes, so it’s just my clothes, bathroom stuff, and few books.”“Will it all fit in my Mustang?”“It should.”“What’s your take?”“I have no idea, actually. I haven’t hinted at anything because I didn’t want a confrontation. I think they half-expected me to ask if you could sleep in my. Then at night he called me and told that Sangeeta is ready and u both go by train as Vapi is far away from Mumbai. Next day Prashant called me and told me to come at home as Sangeeta is waiting for him to go as soon as possible. So I came with my bag of cloths and other stuff. Sangeeta and Prashant were ready. We left home and went to station Prashant bought tickets for us and he left us when we borded us and train left. We talk so much on general topics between journey.Sangeeta was very. After bathing we went for lunch.Afternoon my mom said to me son I am trying on some new dresses would you like to see some. I said okay cool. She brought a bag full of hot lingerie. Son I’ll go try one on in the bathroom and come back I said fine. She came back wearing a transparent dress with bra cups I could see he pussy though. My mom asked me how do I look. And I replied hot but I can see your parts she looked down and covered her cunt, oh sorry these dresses should be having some panties. Of course there were the prestigious parties and events they all went to.The marching soldiers were the low end of the social ladder; they weren’t entitled to be called princes or other prestigious names. But they were not going to work in the oil fields; that was nasty, hot, dangerous work so the military was the place for them.They spent days cleaning equipment, barracks and practicing whatever. Of course they looked good all decked out and lining the routes when important visitors came.They.