Khair lund maa ki saan main khada tha aur mom aai aur jaise hi nazar para wo hadbada gai aur jaldi se jharu mara aur nikli magar wo darwaze ke paas se...dekh rahi thi jo comuter ke off screen pe pata chal raha tha.Main man hi man khus tha ki sayad mere lund ki kismet khulne wali hi. Phir kya do din tak khub lund dikhaye aur ek baaar to mutth bhi marte hue aakh band kiye dekhta chori chori jaise ki main sapne main hoon wo pura dekhi jab tak maal na nikal gaya 3 din baad mujhe sari main bahut dard. The next morning, I was through San Antonio headed south on I-35 before the morning work traffic. I’d decided to take my time, even getting off the interstates from time to time to search the back roads. I headed west and noticed fencing on my left on US 90 outside Uvalde and followed it for miles before catching sight of what looked like holding pins. I found a dirt drive leading towards the pins and turned in. When I pulled up to the barn, an older man I guessed to be in his mid-sixties, came. ‘Ain’t had a ‘dogs of war’ day in awhile.’ The old man sniffled then wiped his nose with his handkerchief. Obviously sorrowed. ‘Your right, we haven’t.’ Another answered. ‘I salute the Dogs of World War Two.’ The man said and raised his coffee. The congregation that was growing of the elderly that met for a morning cup of Java all raised their mugs as well. ‘I’ve seen those dogs work over there in Germany, Norway and France. Those French now they taught some dogs to go out into the battle field. ‘I was just thinking,’ I finally managed to speak, ‘there should be a rule that people shouldn’t look as good as you do in the morning. It’s too much of shock to the system when you’re trying to get your heart started.’ Amy rolled her eyes, ‘You really are full of it, aren’t you, Charlie?’ ‘Hey!’ I protested. ‘I’m being totally honest here.’ For once, I was actually telling the truth. Amy’s pink robe would have made most of the women I’d dated look like a fat Pepto Bismol bottle, but on her it.