Sakura let out a low moan and her thighs squirmed together, before she blurted out, “John told me to stop feeling guilty for everything Shinatobe di...!” After another resounding smack, she squeaked, “I felt bad about the bomb in the Lounge!”The girls blinked in surprise, then fell about laughing.When the giggling had receded, John helped Sakura up, and said gently, “It wasn’t your fault. I don’t want to see you blaming yourself for things you had no control over, alright?”She leaned in and. I gradually guided her to the bed and first took her kameez off. My God!!! What a figure she had. Her soft wheatish skin lined by a chocolate brown bra through which her well-formed boobs seemed to be bursting out in excitement. I nibbled with my lips and teeth at the pointed edge of her bra where her nipple is supposed to be and that made her more excited. Next I slid my hands through her salwar and to my surprise she was not wearing a panty!! My hands glided through her smooth soft skin and. ForewordLook before we go any further I need the reader of this account of, “Our Final Battle”, (catchy title right) to understand a few things. The Wonder Twins say I need to write this account of what we did and save it on the Internet in as many places as I can in case something goes wrong tomorrow. They can no longer see a clear future or just one outcome. So if your reading this account you may know if we won or lost, we don’t. They say it’s something about some cat, “Schrödinger’s cat”,. And indeed they were. They had spread out on a sporadic line about seven hundred meters out, many of them trying to find what cover they could. Some were hiding behind already destroyed tanks from the first engagement. Others were trying to put boulders or small rises in the land between themselves and the hill. The cannon fire began to pick up in intensity, still concentrated above, at the AT positions, still nowhere near as intense as before."APCs visible," someone shouted. "Here they.