Where . . . maybe my hips, my thighs – oh-h , the sensation. I didn’t know they, too, could have a sensual feeling, it’s so strong. Oh, I can fe...l my vagina, like … it’s filling with fluid. Frank, where are you.’ All these thoughts were flashing through Ann’s mind as her body responded to the sensual stimulation of the music and of moving, dancing fingers. Frank, having finished showering and shaving, had begun to enter the bedroom when he suddenly stopped to watch his wife. His love tool,. " She had to speak loud to be heard over the drum of water thundering onto the roof of my fire engine red Jeep Grand Cherokee.It had been raining steadily for several days, but shortly after my fiancée Sibyl and I arrived at the party the skies opened and began pouring buckets. I'd never before seen rain like this around Seattle. Sure it rained, but almost always a soft gentle rain. Hard, driving, knock down the cornfield rain like this just didn't happen here; until this. Being an antagonist I was getting a bit tired of this whole trip that actually was a pilgrimage. But I was happy because the next evening we would be boarding a train back to our home. As I was dreaming about my sweet bed my friends bombarded my dreams by declaring to visit Vrindavan the next morning. I protested in vain. The last day of our trip, we took an auto-rickshaw from Mathura to Vrindavan. Finally after forty minutes we were in Vrindavan. As soon as we were in Vrindavan I felt a little. All our discarded clothing was but in the bags our equipment came in was buried, or hidden.A bearing was taken on the last known position of the rebels, and we then advanced as standard infiltration routine in single file towards that position 25 miles inland.It took us two days to reach an OP (Observation Point) overlooking the site which had been identified from the satellite. There was no movement at all, so we moved in from two different sides taking extreme care to make no sound at all, or.