I jumped up for another piss, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moments of silence... Dustin commented “you got hair on your butt, and in your crack” I couldn't help but giggle, and just replied “ya”, you'll get that some day too”. “Can I feel it”? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence. “Just run your fingertips up and down my crack---but it's gonna get me hard when you do”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled. . Jab wo uthi uski gand dekh k bht acha lga fir m v uske sath aise hi dono nange washroom me chale gye wo thoda shy feel kr rhi thi or boli aise muje bathroom nhi ayega maine kaha koi baat nhi tum kro muje dekhna h kaise niklta h urine.. Fir ik do mint baad uska urine aya maine v bathroom kiya or fir bed pe a gye.. 10 k mint hugi krke bethe rhe nasha v utar gya tha beer ka .. Fir maine kaha muje ab kiss krwao apni choot se urine ka taste ayega wo boli hmm maine fir choot pe kiss ki or urine lga. It wasn’t long before we were going at it everywhere. Well me being stupid and listening to other people and problems of my own I would disappear and did a few things I shouldn’t have done. Sex between us was amazing and we always had a great time, when we got done her legs would shake uncontrollably. One day I decided to call it quits against my better judgement and went my own way. I couldn’t get her off my mind so I figured that if I gave it some time that would go away, well it didn’t. Some. Further questioning revealed more information, bit by bit.- They had all regained their sentience or awareness roughly four or five days after the death of Target Bravo, a week or more before Tommy had awakened in the back of the truck that brought him to Los Angeles. (Tommy still wasn’t entirely certain of the timeline, but as best he could tell, he had lost at least two, possibly up to three, week’s time, give or take, between witnessing the death of Target Bravo and waking up in the truck.)-.