Tum dheere dheere karke upar aa rahe the aur meri bechaini, meri tadap badhti jaa rahi thi. Tum jante the main niche se kitni geeli ho chuki hongi. Pa... fir bhi tum meri jhaango ko chumte rahe bina meri yoni ko sehlaye. Fir tum khade hue aur apni belt utar ke pant kholne lage.Jante ho? Jab tum belt nikalte ho to mere mann mein khayal aata hai kyu na tum isi belt se mere haath bandh do aur poori raat mere jism ke saath khelte raho. Ab to yaad aa hi gayi hogi tumhe woh 15 January ki raat. Kyuki. Tony sat in the back seat long enough to removehis wet shoes and socks. He smiled at Brenda and saidhe couldn’t wait to get out of his wet clothing.He locked eyes with my wife for more than a comfortablemoment then looked at me. He gave me a half smile whileI could see his eyes darting about, sizing me up. Iguess he thought me no challenge, because the next thinghe did was unbuckle his wet jeans, and take them off!Dangling before us was the largest prick I had everseen! The cocky bastard. She crouched very still and went very red. Our heads were close. Instinctively we slowly both lent forward more and more until our noses grazed and then our lips touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a primal urge.She was tiny and I weighed more than her. I had overreached. She was just that bit too far away. I lost my balance and lent into her for support, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her hands had somehow snaked around my neck without me noticing. Sandy smiled when the two of them approached her. I can't believe how tuned-in to her he is, so quickly. I hope they last ... I really hope they last.The Gunny was direct, as always. "Lenore says you don't have clothes for this thing next week."Sandy nodded. "I wouldn't want you to think I'd attend that meeting underdressed for the occasion, Gunny."The Gunny snorted. "Go in uniform," he told her. "Get Blue Dress. I think that's what the Army calls it. Tailored. Get it made from cloth, not off.