Usne mere kapde utare or mere lund pe hath phirnae lagi or main uske bobbs choosne laga ..Uske bad hm dono bedroom main chle gaye main usko bed pe ptk... or uske uper toot pda or uako kiss karne laga and uske boobs dbane laga wo b pura sath de rahi thi and moan kar rahi thi .. Aahhh oh choos dalo inkokha jao ..Main b teji se uske boobs choosne laga .. Ab usne mera lund pkda or hilane lagi and muh main dal ke choosne lagi ..Main to jaise jannat main phaunch gaya kya mst choos rahi thi .. Main khne. I pulled the saree she draped. Her skin was radiating that she would have shone even in the absence of the light. I sucked her lips and locked her tongue as my hands fondled her breasts. The fabric was the only veil hindering me from reaching the goal.Up, went my hand to grab her tits; down, came her boobs as I slacked my grip. I brought together her breasts making a narrow valley out of her cleavage. I kissed where the valley began and tongued between the mountains following the valley deep.My. I knew I wanted to watch, but I didn’t want to get caught watching. Was it possible if they caught me watching they might ask me to join them? I’d read stories about that, some claimed to be true, but I didn’t know anyone it had happened to, and I wasn’t willing to be a test case. I looked to my left and right, to see if there was any way I could watch without being seen. And then I noticed it. A narrow, trodden down, patch of grass leading off to the right behind the side of the clearing. I. "I left the platoon in the valley before the one the mortar site was in and took Jim with me on the recon. We circled around and approached it from the opposite direction to what they were expecting us to use. We spotted their outposts, and figured out where they were hiding. On returning to the platoon, I explained what we had found before leading them further down the valley that we were in. It ended in a trail that we could use to get behind the ridge where the OpFor people had set up their.