Tab tum meri poori aurat ban jaaogi.” Yeh kah kar Tauji ne apne lund ko thoda bahar nikala aur apne daant kaste huye ek karara jhatka maara. Lund da...danata hua Komal ki choot ke andar poora ghus gaya. Choot aur Lund ke beech koi jagah nahi bachi. Dono ki jhaant eek doosre se mix ho gayi. Lekin iss jhatke ne Komal ki to jaise jaan hi nikaal di.Baapp reee … Maar daala… Nikaalo….Are mar gayi main…. Ohhhh…” ki awaaj ke sath chilla uthi.Uski cheekh sun kar Tauji thode ruke phir apne hothon se uske. Friday seemed to drag, as it usually did when I was anticipating a date with Jessica. There were a few times when I thought that the clock had actually moved backwards like the one in Risky Business, but eventually my last class was over and I headed home. I talked to Kara and let her know that Jessica and I would be at the house around 8:00pm, and then went upstairs for a quick shower.When I got out of the shower, I dressed, and then called Bethany to wish her a happy birthday, with a promise. "You're going to indict me for war crimes? Jackson, might I remind you my marines will have your entire planet in custody within three days? Might I remind you it will be you and your so-called governor that will be in federal prison awaiting execution six months from now? There will be no Martian indictments. Your planetary government will cease to exist entirely when this conflict is over." That is your opinion, General," Jackson responded. "Myself and my soldiers, we have our own opinions on. ..”“Pretty boys?” Ch’teek twittered quizzically. “Wait — I understand. A specimen like the one who just mated there...”“Exactly,” I agreed.“This could take years — this follow-up, you’re talking about.”“We’ll fake it,” I replied. “We’ll run the thing and then fabricate the fascinating future — convincingly, of course.”“It is duplicity,” Ch’teek complained.“It’s necessary,” I countered. “We don’t have the time to do it correctly.”I watched him and his AI go at it; lying was a big no-no... “Maybe.