To unhone mujhe jabke din mein hi andar dekhate bola, “Are mere raja waise jab chahe tum mere aam ka ras pi sakte ho. Mere aam bahut bade bade hai.�...�“Aur aajkal tere bhaiyaa (unke pati) ko apne ghar ke aam jada nahi chusne aur ras nahi pi pate. To tum hi in aamo ka sara ras choos choss kar piliya karo.”Aise kahate unhone pallu sambhalne ke bahane apne bade bade boobs ko halkese dabate mujhe aankh marte bola.Maine jat se bhabhi chalo abhi thoda to ras chus lu aapke aam ka. Kafi moe aur bharehuye. Didn’t the Defenders win? Weren’t the settlements even safer than they had been before? And ... hadn’t she been the one to save another of her companions by successfully operating on her? Hadn’t she fought bravely and killed several of the enemy? So ... there was nothing for her to feel guilty about. She had more than redeemed herself. And yet ... as she looked at her dead companion for the last time, a young peasant woman whose time in the Realm of the Living had been cut short, Danka could. Their bedroom was right through the wall from mine. I seriously wished I could go round and join in. On the other side, across the pathway, lived a mother and daughter, the mother divorced, recently turned 40 (so I found out) and the daughter in late teens, just left school. The first weekend after I moved the weather was very hot and from an upstairs window I could see the two of them were sunbathing on their lawn. I got a pair of binoculars and surreptitiously watched them. As soon as I'd met. I knew what I was about todo next would really flip their lids! I leaned down and took his cockinto my mouth. The taste wasn't anything to write home about, but theidea of submitting to this man and pleasing him as a woman would sent anelectric thrill through me. I rested his cockhead inside my mouth andswirled around the pee slit with my tongue, tickling the sensitive skinunder the head. I had had enough blow jobs from real women in my pastthat I knew what would drive him through the roof. I.