Theresa grinned and introduced me. "Is he the one youused to talk about?" I suddenly felt a flush warming my face as I could only imagine what they t...lked about. A hard core soldier blushing, how humiliating. About that time Brenda came over and asked that I sit, lunch was on them. I noticed Becky was wearing a band but she was very flirty as she kept my coffee cup filled and brought me my rib-eye and baked potato. Shewas leaning forward on the table obviously teasing when Theresa came. It was an entanglement of thought that at times even confused me briefly, though I was learning how to control it, sustain it, unweave or unravel it, thus keeping myself distant just enough to know it wasn’t truly me, but them still separate and apart… as a side of me. It was simple convoluted carnality that was going to take some getting used to. But now I could sense the buildup. The explosive climatic final curtain call on the last act, the last scene. I knew that their respective orgasms. Aur wo apne mayke aayi thi, uske saath uski beti bhi thi jo ki 11-12 saal ki hogi aur usne baat karte karte apna address bhi bata diya kuch der baat karne ke baad hum chup ho gaye. maine kuch der baad mahsoos kiya ki uske boobs mere back se touch ho rahe hain pahle to maine ignore kiya per kuch der ke baad peeche se uska pressure badhta gaya, mera dimag ghum rha tha mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa rha tha, maine peeche mud kar dekha to wo bhi halka sa muskura di, uske boobs 34 size ke the, dekhne men. ”“Sorry, ‘spit the dummy’?”“I think you’d say ‘have a cow’ or ‘throw a hissy fit’. A dummy I think you call a ‘pacifier’. You know, for a baby.”I laughed, “Got it. Sorry. I’m not big on Anglicisms. My housemate Elyse watches a lot of BBC, so she probably would have known that one.”“You get Auntie here?”“Auntie?” I asked.Kajri smiled, “Sorry. I did that on purpose. Auntie Beeb. The BBC.”“Yes, on cable. Well, at least some shows. So is that how this is going to work? You’re going to hit me with.