Next thing, your head was buried in my boobs, your teeth grazed my skin and I felt warm breath on my nipples. Your tongue twirled around my areola, ro...ghly, sucking and nipping. I felt the wetness between my thighs, my pussy was throbbing, wanting you to fill it. I slid my hand down your tracksuit bottoms, firmly taking your cock in hand , grinning as I watched your self control dissapaite. You sighed as you shook your head between my tits and dislodged my hand from down your pants with your. “No..Deva ..wait till we reach home…don’t you want your surprise?”“I need ma…i can wait” Dev reassured. He decided that he won’t make any advances towards her.“I’ll be a gentleman..” he smiled.After the movie they had an evening meal and finally, they were on their way towards home. Away from the city lights, Dev drove at an alarming speed.“Why so fast Dev..slow down a bit”“Two reasons maa…first the rajma they served were way too spicy and i need something sweet…the second..i can’t wait to see. No buttons and still no belt. She held it loosely closed with one hand, a sliver of the t-shirt showing through. “Uh, yeah sure,” Tommy enthused, “Okay by me.”Charlene was well aware of the effect her attire was having on Tommy. She rubbed a finger across her lips and teased, “I could put on a longer robe, if you think I ought to.”“Oh, no,” assured Tommy, nudging Charlene toward the living area. “You are just fine the way you are.” And boy is that an understatement. Roommate, longtime friend,. There was a dead guy, an Iraqi Republican Guard soldier, I think. He was half buried in the sand. I got him right through the forehead, just below his helmet. He was carrying some kind of improvised shaped charge. I'd been on the Harlan police for nine years and had never shot at anyone, much less killed anyone, so I felt kinda strange about it for a while. It was different from shooting long distance at the tanks.I talked to Skip about it, everything I saw and heard and thought. He said he.