“Your jeans are damp,” I told her.“Probably because my pussy has been wet since I was in your car,” she replied.“Damn, Janice, that was a wh...le ago,” I said.“Call me, J. You wanna go to my room?” she asked.“Of course, I want to go to your room,” I told her.She turned the TV off, hopped up, and motioned for me to follow her, then put a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet. She led me to her room, opened the door, and let me enter first. There was a small bedside lamp on that put out just. ..”He glared at me.“Sorry. Gunny,” I said. I was desperate to change the subject. “How long have you lived at camp?”Gunny Kershaw was more than happy to talk about himself, as long as I nodded at the right times and asked a few one-word questions. At first, I was embarrassed by his “dirty old man” comments, but he certainly knew how to tell a story, and I quickly found myself listening raptly.He’d been a Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant and had fought in World War II and then in Korea. He told me. As I was sitting down I remembered to think about whether I was centered: nope, I wasn't. So I centered myself again, shaking my head to myself over how slippery keeping center is.#1: #2: #2: #3: #4: #3: #2: We all sensed ourselves lose center from the shock. The lump of ki and the flashes from our hand as we were yanking in back disappeared from our awareness.#2: #2 centered himself/us.#1: We all sensed, with whatever the new sense is, the lump of ki come into existence, then felt it poke. ” to kya hua puri raat me to kai baar piunga ek baar se pet nahi bharne wala mera”. Ji sara ka sara apke liye hi h jitna marzi pi lenaLekin abhi to khana kha lete h baad me time mile na mile”. ” pehle nashta to kr lene do jaanu” or mai uske khubsurat makhamli chehre ko hatho me le kr uske komal hotho ki pakhudiyo ka ras chusne laga.. Wo bhi mere muh me jaban daalne lagi or ham ek lambe smooch me kho gye. Ek dusre ki bahon me smate gye or kiss ki barish suru kr di..Fir ham alag hue or usne kahan.