Woh halki aawaz main kah rahi thi rajan kya kar rahe ho. mene kahs bus tumhe payar karta hoo. Aur jo humdono ka dil chahta hain wohi kar raha hoo. Fir...mene uske kaan pe apne hoth dabake kiss kiya aur uske kaan me apni jeebh firane laga. Woh pagal hone lagi thi. Ab mene mera hath uske bobs pe shirt ke uper se si firane laga.Wo mera hath pakad ke side par kar deti thi aur dusre hath se mere sir me ungliya ghuma raha thi. Main bhi wapis apna haath 6udake uske bobs pe firane laga aur apne hoth. " THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON TRANSMITTING, OVER." I was about to say it again, when a big booming voice broke through the silence."CARTER! WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY? WE MISSED YOU!" The voice on the radio was friendly -- jovial, even. I looked at Ingmar with a 'what the fuck?' expression on my face."Talk to him!" Ingmar said."THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON, TRANSMITTING FROM BROOKE ARMY HOSPITAL IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS. OVER."Well, hell. If this guy on the radio was one of our friends from outside, they already. She actually makes the ensemble look good. My ridiculous clothing accentuates her femininity by highlighting her smaller, curvier frame. It’s uncanny how she chose my favorite clothing. She sweetly picked the rattiest things I own, figuring I wouldn’t miss them, but they’re ratty because I wear them all the time. Comfort is the name of that game. In all honesty, I’m glad I got to see her in my favorite clothing and I don’t mind not seeing them again. ‘Is this okay?’ she asks sheepishly.. “Sit down,” Jake told her, indicating the old couch next to where he was standing. He held a coat hanger with the other wire wrapped around it. She primly sat her naked butt down on the edge of the couch.“Lay back and relax, will you?” Jake coaxed her into a more prone position.“Now, watch this,” Jake said, and touched her bare stomach with his coat hanger. A gagging sound came from her throat and she curled up into a ball as the light in the ceiling dimmed. Jake held his coat hanger in the.