We were swapping certain death with certain torture. Not much choice there. If there was any other alternative, you know that we wouldn’t be here. O...r families depended on us. Facing selection was probably the stupidest thing that any of us have ever done. We knew what we were getting ourselves into though. We’d seen it on TV. Once you chosen to come forward from the crowd, you had to face, not only the glaring media who always reported on the selections live, but also the soldier – the men who. Mera ek hath uski gand par hota hai aur dusra uski bra ke huk par aur vo bhe apne hath sai mera loda pakkad kar underwear ke upper sai hila rahi hoti hai.Phir mai uski bra utarta hu aur uske boobs ko ajad karta hu aur phir mai dhire dhire uske bbobs shelata hu aur uske nippel ko jor sai daba deta hu.Vo ek dum sai chillati hai huiiiiii janu aram sai karo na mai khai nhi jar rhi. Mai bolta hu ha meri jaaan aur phir mai uske npple ko chusne lagta hu uske muhh sai siskariya nikal rahi hoti hai. You straddle his chest facing his toes and spread your thighs wide giving him the most wonderful view of your dripping pussy, and just beyond your beautiful breasts hanging as you lean down, erect cock still in your hand, and lick the tip. His cock jumps at your touch. You let saliva from your mouth drip along his shaft, before stroking it noisily. Up and down you stroke, his moans increase with your pace. You taste his cock between your lips and run your tongue along the underside of his. I didn’t know.”“Did you know I left your mom, son?”“Dad! No!”“Not recently. You were a year old.”“You’re kidding, right?”“I wish I was. It was the worst two months of my life, followed by six that were even worse.”“What... ? Why did I never hear about this?”“We put it behind us.”“What happened? Why did you leave?”“Something stupid. I got a job offer in a Lincoln suburb. Nearly double what I could get in Fremont. I was a hot commodity for a teacher. Everyone wanted a male for their problem.