Kya mast hot lag rahi thi. Usaki 34 ke boobs dekhake aisa laga ki vahi pe apane hat me lelu, usaki 36 ki gand pe hath ferane ka man kar raha tha lekin...road pe hone ki wajah se controll kiya. Fir hum log mere bike pe ghumane nikale wo muzase chipak ke bithi thi, maza aa raha tha usake boobs mere pith pe chub rahe the. Mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Fir hum ek sunsan jaga pe ruk gaye. Kafi hasi mazak karate huye ek duasare ko taliya de rahe the. Achanak se wo muzase lipat gayi aur wo rone lagi.. It's very liberating." My new son whispered the rest in my wife's ear but I overheard. "And you can't imagine the variety of guys in gym class until you've been there. Most of them are more mature than I am right now you know. A lot more mature...." My wife's smile got a little bigger. "How long did you think you could get away with this?" I asked. "Well, she could pass all my classes since she's four grades ahead ofme," my new daughter said to us. "And I could be going to. So it wasn’t long before I returned to my battalion, out there in Iraq. It didn’t take long to get back into the routine and learn what our role out there was. We not only patrolled the roads, but some of the small villages just off this beaten track. It was in one of these that we ran into trouble that changed not only my life but a couple of others, those being that of my sergeant and corporal. We were bivouacked in tents, a short distance from Khanaquin and I was summoned to the command. "Help me please. There is someone unconscious on the floor and I can hear screaming." I stuttered. "Take it easy, lady. Give me your name and location please" She spoke as if reading from a . "I'm in the car park in the basement of Alton Towers. That's on the corner of 5th and Mitchell. The apartments are the big white building on the left hand side. I'm on Level B and the body is on Level C. Please help...." I realised I was gabbling nervously. "One moment please, we are contact.