M- smitha isey kitchen dikhaao, aur raat ka 3 logo ka khaana banwao.S- yes sir.She took resham to the kitchen. My dick was now tearing my underwear an... pants to fuck that new girl.Dinner-M- khana lagaao, baitho aur kha ke jaana.R- ok sir.S- achha bana leti ho khaana.M- kal se 2 time weekdays aur 3 time weekends par aana. 3,000 duga.Next day-Smitha was out and resham was cooking dinner.When dinner was ready I asked her to serve.Resham – sir ek baat puchu.Me- pucho.R- aap smitha ke saath kya. Menoetes here again.I really hope you are enjoying this silly collection of saucy stories or maybe one of my other sordid tales. If you are then please let me know! Writers thrive on feedback and your kind encouragement is what keeps me plugging away at the ol' keyboard for hours on end.So feel free to drop me a quick message, shoot me an email or even buy me a coffee to let me know if I am doing well. I promise you that I am a friendly fellow. Cheers and happy reading!Story Blurbs and. Now, following a weekend pass with my fellow recruits, I was on my way back to Waiouru on the train, travelling second class, courtesy of the Army, in old, draughty and noisy wooden carriages.When the train stopped at Palmerston North I paid for a cup of tea, which I took back on board to drink. Half an hour later I was asleep, my rolled up greatcoat jammed between the window and the seat back and cushioning my head.I woke from an erotic dream about me and my fiancé, feeling a hand softly. Part of the treaty included a commitment of free transit thru the region by both parties. They also pulled troops off​ the Ukrainian border, but left them in Crimea. The conference was speculated on, but I wasn’t divulging the proposal to anyone prior to the meeting. I was hosting then in Iceland.I was contacted by Ukraine asking about the reduction in Russian troops, and my involvement. I explained that I was interested in peace in Eastern Europe so that gates could be set up to provide.