This was no preparation for all out war, but a shadow box, a kind of brinkmanship, designed for political point scoring. Despite the belligerent talk,...neither side wanted war for practical reasons.Any war was bound to use up a lot of fuel neither side could afford. On the Com side, an infrastructure to support a modern military had to be built from scratch and it was still in its infancy. There was a lack of arms and munitions factories, transport and maintenance facilities and training camps.. As you pull it out of your mouth you hold the tip of it against your lips, look up at me and say, "Fuck me. I want you inside." Ever the gentleman, I move down between your legs. I feel my prick touch the very wet, open lips of your cunt. I hold the shaft of it with my hand and rub the head across the you clit, and tease the lips open further. As I tease you, your hips thrust up trying to devour me. I move my cock with my hand so that just the head is inside you.You push again, wanting it all,. And it wasn’t her voice either that was now squealing and moaning into the darkness, her voice was never that coarse and her inner dictionary contained a lot more than the couple of words she seemed to know now.Unable to think or speak clearly every nerve in her body suddenly but hardly unexpectedly exploded with pain that was not painful, easing the physical and mental tension that had built up inside her in one blink of an eye and then leaving her muscles in that wonderful floating state. . The story I am going to narrate here is not my first sex experience but the best one I ever had… The story is about shalu aka shalini to whom I use call as my mother… She is not my real mother but she use to treat me as her own son and I also as my mother… Let me tell you about myself first… My name is Sunny.. I belong from a brahmin family from Rajasthan…. I am 27 years old and working with a MNC currently… I am not a guy for whom any girl or a woman wants to die for… But I am guy with.