The heat from her loins grew intense. She closed her eyes and drew breath. Her thoughts went back to the beginning of the week, when the mysterious g...ft box had appeared at work following their last date. She recalled how forward he had seemed, discussing such taboo desires with her so early on. She couldn’t remember which had surprised her more—that he had expressed such desire to take her in this manner or that she had agreed to it… The box had appeared shortly after. Inside was a clear. . . Aahhhh mere toh jaise kaleja muhh ko aa gaya sach me q k us ka jismm garmi se tapp raha tha n itna garm ho gaya tha k mujhe aisa laga k main aaag me jal raha hu , , , maine use chumna shuru kiya , pahale mathe par , gaalo par , naak par, gardan par , aur hoton par . . . Woh dhere dhere mere bas me aati chali gae aur main us k ….0aur kuch waqt baad hum dono pure nange bed par lete thy. . .Maine apni zindagi me pahale baar kisi nangi aurat ko dekh raha tha toh mere dick se sparmm nikalna. Of course, they were doomed to failure. Outnumbered almost 30 to l in a confined area with no logistical support, they broke themselves on the Marine defensive line with total annihilation their only reward.When word started filtering down to the troops about how we had suffered a terrible defeat during the TET offensive, I could see guys scratching their heads trying to figure out where that “battle” had taken place. I suspect it was in some boozed up writer’s head sitting in Tokyo or Hong. In the next picture, Stephanie rubbing her clit with a vibrator I knew was her mothers made my cock raging hard again. Our drive home from her school conversations were usually focused on how hot the pictures were last night or what she was going to do that night. Some days I would tell her a specific outfit or toy, others Id tell her to surprise me. I was sad when the cell service ran out and the pictures stopped. Her senior year was coming to an end and she told me that she wanted to try.