Up ahead, Fred had his own problems, as a round had caught Bing through his left knee. He was alive and conscious, but he couldn't walk. Bo and Thue w...re supporting Bing between them, hustling up the hill. The firing started dying out when we disappeared into some thicker jungle, but we could hear noncoms and officers yelling to organize a pursuit.My lungs were on fire and my legs felt like lead by the time we reached the top of the hill. The adrenal rush that had been propelling me was fading,. I did what he asked. Then I moved up to him next to the couch. I tried to kiss him but he pushed me down on my knees. He smelled like tobacco smoke. He pushed his G-string out of the way. I looked at his dick: it was small and kind of hidden in his fat belly. Like in my wet dreams, I closed my mouth around his balls. They were enormous. They tasted incredible. I had never been harder in my life. But after a couple of seconds he took my head in his hands, guiding me towards his dick. It wasn't. “I don’t have the strength in my arms and shoulders.”“You look in damn good shape to me, Lori. Nice, well-toned muscles in your arms and legs.”“Oh, well, that’s just from all the sailing; I don’t do any special working out or whatever. I could, I guess, try to make my arms and shoulders stronger. But if you want to, I know they have a gym at the Alfreds, we could go there one night a week, and exercise together. They have a fitness coach, too, who can advise on exercise programs and all. Opening that door was literally opening the door to a whole new reality to my otherwise dull life. What I saw was instantly etched onto my very being itself. Here was Omi in her saree petticoat trying to put the buttons to her open blouse. My aunt, facing me gave me the most perfect view of her.Her undone hair, long hanging ethnic earrings, a necklace that made its home deep inside her cleavage, the perfect pink embroidered lingerie piece she had on for her bra which did justice for her plump.