Once he was released, I stood there, one hand on his hip the other resting on her bare leg and simply watched. In one swift stroke, he was buried to t...e hilt in her heat. Her face was magical as the sudden sensations coursing through her body appeared to overwhelm her. I watched as his face changed, and I knew exactly what she was doing as he continued to move in short practiced strokes. She was milking his cock, pulsating around hard flesh, stroking it over and over again begging with her body. I slept with him and in the same order as I told you. I thought that Dimple was asleep and I began pressing her boobs she realized it and asked Are you okay? I pretended to be asleep. But knowing that I was just acting she asked are you feeling cold? I replied yes as the AC . She asked then why are touching my private part? I replied saying you are very hot.She shockingly and a bit aggressively said What? I very fastly said I mean you have just entered here from the hot climate outside. She. It was a couple of nights later that the shit hit the fan! We were going through our normal nighttime routine when flares suddenly went off over our heads and machine guns opened up on us. We were mostly in slit trenches wishing the rain would go away. Every once in a while, we would use our helmet to bail out the trench, but we were never able to keep up. We usually slept out of the bunkers because they were prime targets for the enemy, and a rain of water was a hell of a lot better than a. And for you, Sir?”“Yes, I’ll have the Veal Parmigiana with a Caesar salad to start, thanks,” Dad ordered as he cleared his throat.“Perfect. And for you, Amber?”“I’ll have the Lasagna Boloknees with a Caesar salad to start also, please,” Amber ordered.“I think that’s Bolognese, Honey,” Mom giggled, correcting her pronunciation.“Good choice, you’ll love it! And for you, David?” Carla asked, giving me a flirtatious smile.“I’ll have the special you mentioned, the Steamed Mussels and the Linguine.