So let’s come to the story. This is a recent story that happened few days back.For new readers, let me introduce myself. I am Aryan 22 from Mumbai. ... have an athletic body,fair,tall & a 6.5 inch dick. So it was mid of May and the rainfall already began. I was getting crazy to find people with whom I can have a session,as I promised you guys to give you the best pleasure with experimenting on different people. Due to this I also started getting distracted at work.The day when it rain, I was. She has bigger boobs than Kerry, maybe a D cup and at 16 years old, like her buttocks, they were unaffected by gravity. She looked simply stunning, in a porn star way. Jen spun for us and then, leant on the counter, standing on tiptoes, pushing her ass up at us. “I love it! Thank you Pete. Do you like it?” “Where's the rest if it?” I laughed, half joking, thanking the fact I was caged. “I think you look incredible” Kerry said.“That’s good because I got you one too!” Pete said, pulling an. ”“I’m sorry, if I had been thinking you could have met us in Tulsa.”“That’s fine, it worked out just fine. I’m going to go check on Albert and Trisha. Thank you John.”Later that afternoon my Dad came to visit. He was wondering what he could do. He didn’t want to be a nanny for Albert.“Dad, I’ve got a job I think you would be great at.”“I’m listening. I might be retired, but I’m not useless.”“I know. This city was built to eventually become an Arcology. You know the term?”“Yeah, compact human. As I patrolled the grounds night by night, memories forgotten came rushing back. There was the time when my platoon was ordered into the streets of Caracas to take the president's palace. Chavez's personal guard had set up a contracting set of perimeters that folded ever tighter as we pushed in. No one still had built body armor that defeats rocket propelled grenades, especially the new models with the micro-flechettes that rip tiny bleeders through your guts that medics can't easily locate and.