The blinding light faded. Molly was thrown off-guard by the light, but I waited patiently for her to calm down. Molly was having a very traumatic day,...and that was before an old man showed up in a postal uniform and sent her halfway across the country in a flash of light. ‘I’m sorry about that,’ I said. ‘I always mess up my dramatic entrances. Can I start again?’ Molly didn’t say anything. She looked around cautiously, taking in the surroundings, like a cat exploring new territory. ‘You’re in. ” I reached for it, and he continued, “The General plans on handing out copies of this at the press conference tomorrow.”I looked at the pages and flipped them right side up. It was the Article 32 Investigation Report prepared by Colonel Bruce Featherstone. So, there had been an official Article 32 investigation after all. “I’ll be damned,” I muttered.“This might not be my place to say it, but after General Shinseki got his hands on this last week, he lost any remaining respect for the. “Dekh jaga diya tune mere dost ko,” Saket joked and signaled toward his pants.“Tera dost sota kab hai ye bata,” I answered and we both laughed.We started kissing again and my ex-lover was slowly getting wild and rough with me. He grabbed my hair in his fist and kissed me while biting my lips. I was enjoying every bit of it.“How long do we have?” I asked because I wanted to know how long we had until his gf visited him.“Don’t know.”“Tell her you are busy,” I demanded and started unbuttoning his. The tingling in her cunt turned into a raging inferno of desire, a consuming, raging holocaust of lust.The warmth increased when she felt Greg's hand slip inside her dress, under her bra and onto her bare, stiff-nippled tit. She felt the mound swell, the nipple stiffen even more under his gentle but skillful caresses. Her breathing came heavier, burning in her throat, her body writhing as Greg's hand rested on her thigh.The soft, hot, wet lips of her cunt contracted, then opened as if reaching.