“Do you think one grenade would get them all?”“You aren’t the type to suicide,” the drone decided, after a slight pause.“Hell, no!” Cale... blurted. “This fancy new armor is supposed to be able to stand up to a grenade blast. I’ll take my chances! Either send them, or let’s get going,” he ordered, as if talking to a private: a very stupid private. “I’m getting bored, and you don’t want me bored. I get cranky!”The drone stood, looking at him.Caleb could see the jaws grinding so hard that he was. I sipped the drink. It felt quite strong and made me feeltremendously horny.I leaned back on the cushions and allowed my hand to slide up the insideof my leg, feeling the shiny stocking-top and then my hairless thigh.Continuing upwards I touched my balls encased in silky nylon. Suddenly agirl entered the room. I recognised her as the girl from the train andshe was wearing the same clothes. In fact she was wearing the sameclothes as I was, and I suddenly realised that as I had my hand up. The chicken should be thawed and in the refrigerator." Just take it easy," Susan suggested. "The hot tub has felt pretty good to me this afternoon, and I'll bet it will to you."In spite of being tired, Susan's mother helped her get things organized for dinner a little, and soon Susan was presiding over the gas grill out on the deck. She was wearing a full apron; she'd learned long before that grilling chicken in the nude was a good way to get some nasty burns in places that she'd really rather. Fir wo muje kiss karne lage and bolne lage ab wo mere saath hamesa aaege.Ab mene use bola lund chusne to usne bola use acha nahi lagta chusna but mere bahut bolne pe usne muh main liya and chusne lage, fir wo zor zor se chusne lage and muje aag lag gaye, mera lund pura tight ho chukka tha and mene use sulaya and ab bare the uske chut main ghusane ke.Mene use bola be ready so wo darnel age and bolne lag eke dhire se karna, mene dhire dhire lund uske chut ke andar dalne laga, uske chut bahut.