I could feel my flesh fillingup my cups. But a stranger feeling was going through my hips and legs. Igot a cramp in my thigh and I wanted to sit up bu... I couldn't. I craned myhead back, and looked over my shoulder....My ass was expanding and I wasgetting a curvy, sexy butt. My hips felt bigger too. It seemed like mysexy little thong was stretching, almost like it was going to burst. I wasmesmerized by my sexy ass. I like breasts; but, boy do I love a girl witha cute butt. It aroused me and gave. .. in your husband's platoon. He was a PFC under Sgt. Michaels' command. Does that help, Mrs. Michaels?" No ... not really. My husband seldom mentioned any of the men in his platoon by name. I don't recall anyone named Luke." Well ... let me tell you what I've learned. PFC Hightower was assigned to your husband's platoon almost as soon as he arrived in Kabul. He is a big man; six-foot-four, two hundred-and-forty pounds of what was described by one of his mates as 'solid granite.' He loved the. ‘Would you like a sweatshirt or something lighter?’ ‘Either is fine,’ Nick replied at last. ‘Here’s one of each. If you want a shower, there’s one right through that door. Clean towels are in the smaller of the two cabinets. If you need help, let me know.’ ‘A shower would be good.’ ‘The water takes a bit to heat up in this part of the cabin. You going to be all right?’ Nick nodded before shuffling into the bathroom. After waiting a few minutes, Steve heard the water go on. Leaving the bedroom. I realized soon that Ramlal had taken both his hands off his dick and was stroking my gaand now. He cupped my each ass cheek in each palm and was squeezing those like an air horn, as I swung my ass with more force now due to his rough fondling.Master-ji: Ramlal, be quick, the snakes are advancing!There was an alert from Master-ji. I do not know whether Ramlal at all heard it, as he was so much engrossed in crushing my gaand with both hands. I was writhing in ecstasy due to this male fondling on.