I learned how to be a sneaky, deadly son of a bitch at the hands of masters of the craft. Squirrel taught me about booby traps, both how to make them ...nd how to recognize and avoid them. Ryan taught me about the tactics the Vietcong and their North Vietnamese masters used, and Preacher Hinson taught me how to conduct myself in the jungle. Doc Wilson gave me emergency medical training geared towards survival. Megan almost fainted the first time I proudly showed her the ten stitches I used to. She sucked me dry then allowed me to sit back in the tub my legs feeling like jelly. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.Jane then said it was her turn, and with that she stood up and bent her legs so that she was almost squatting. She had moved up astride my chest so that her hips were about a foot away from my face. I looked up into her invitingly gaping pussy, glistening with her love juice and still dripping wet with my piss. Then suddenly a golden shower of warm piss came shooting out of. After the Eugenics War we're not very welcome among those that were created the old fashioned way. Even today were I to be discovered on one of Earth's colonies I would be hunted, locked away, executed or dissected even though for all outward appearances I am a totally normal looking Asian female.I shudder when I think of what other ways the brilliant engineers at Osaka Eugenics could have configured this body and brain had my creation and configuration been contracted by another firm or. Fir maine mazaak mein kaha-Main: Ye half pant tum nahi bhi pehnogi, to bhi t-shirt se hi tera kaam chal jayega.To wo ek smile ke sath andar chali gayi. Priya ek short heighted ladki thi, jo 5 feet ki bhi shayad na ho. Jab wo baahar aayi, to maine dekha ki wo pant ko hath se pakde hui thi. Poochne pe usne bataya ki bahut loose ho rahi thi.Tabhi mere mann mein kuch aaya, aur maine ek chhoti si rassi li, aur usko ishaare se bulaya. Main chair pe baitha tha, aur saamne wo thi. Fir maine usko.