Usne mujhe dekh liya and jab main utra toh usne bola,” Kameene kya dekh raha tha?? Thodi toh sharam kar, junior hu.” Aur hasne lagi. Maine turant ...eply diya, ” Junior se kya farak padta hai, agar figure accha ho toh dekhna hi chahiye”She: Apni Gf ki figure dekh k mann nai bharta kya, jo mujh jaisi shareef ko taad rahaMain: Haha Gf nai hai meri koi, but jisse taad raha hu usse gf bananeki soch raha hu.She: mujhe pata hi tha tu mujhpe try maar raha hai kabse. Issliye hi baar baar mujhe jyaada. I watched them dance and kept an eye on the way Roger held my wife. As they danced and kept chatting I noticed his hand drop down to just the top of the curve of her narrow waist and the top of her round little ass. They turned around as they danced. Monica’s smaller arms circled around his back. As they turned I could clearly see now that Roger’s hand lowered down even further and was now cupping one of her cheeks. His second hand moved down covering the second cheek than it happened. They. But how do we ‘train’, as you put it,” I asked, “to deal with blackmail?”“We have to prepare for the humiliation. Prepare for the physical pain and prepare for the sexual uses girl will possibly be subjected to. I hate it too, but we’d have to do it.”“Okay, but how do we physically prepare for it? You can think you’re ready all you want but when something like that happens, there’s no way to be ready for it.” I said dumbly.“There is a way. Girl experiences all those things. A lot. Before she is. With the visiting villages, the cave was crowded.We checked the progress of the flames each hour and when they arrived the next morning, a lot of us went out to keep the flames out of the valley. With our mouths and noses covered by wet bandanas, we fought the flames with grain shovels and buckets of water. Several people stood ready in the valley, waiting to fight any fires started in our grain fields by flying embers. In anticipation of the fire reaching us, we had spent the last three days.