I listened to the news reports on the radio and wondered why there was little mention of the situation in Russian where the German Wehrmacht was being...slowly ground into the mud of Mother Russia like fertilizer for the coming harvest. Of course, the tic in the Fuhrer’s eye was more noticeable these days and there were no more jokes about Churchill coming from the propaganda bureau in Berlin because there was little to be amused about from the dispatches from the front in the ever-tightening. “Now don't do anything, don't talk or move, just look at each other. All over, not just her hair Russell.” My brother's gaze fell from my forehead down my face and continued down my body. As I looked at him in the flickering firelight, he was moving his eyes up and down slowly, the path of his eyes was beginning to tickle my skin. His cock began to levitate again so he moved a hand to cover the growing erection. “Russell, move your hand away, let Beth see you. She wants to see how she. Suddenly she felt that there was someone else in the bed too. It was Harish. He was early. Her joy knew no bounds. His hands were now on her legs, making their way to her thighs. She did not turn around. Just wanted to go with the flow finally his hand came up her thighs and were circling on her right upper thigh.Then he parted her legs and felt her already wet pussy over her panty. He felt the lips of her pussy and fondled them. A slight moan escaped Seema’s mouth. Then he slid his hand inside. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.Tim was hanging out at Crazy Eddie's (the bar; not the defunct audio dealer) on Friday night after work. Wearing his favorite Play Station tee shirt and jeans, he was leaning against the rail of the balcony overlooking the dance floor below as Misanthrope assaulted his ears from the huge Klpisch speakers hanging from the ceiling.Being a shy geeky guy, he never had any.