I loved seeing her mouth clinch as she moaned and grunted. When her orgasm subsided, she took her fingers and sucked her own juices. Then she tucked m... cock in and put the covers back on me and walked out the door. "See you next time" she commented as she left the room.My head was spinning and my body was in great delight. I slept for another 2 hours before getting up. I knew I would have to find a way to do more with my aunt. Maybe even fuck her. And there might just be away.A week passed. I broke into tears, as she dropped the call. Imad asked,-hameeda, what happened?-I explained him everything an in the end, I cuddled to him. He hugged me and kissed my forehead and said,-hmm…what shall we do now? Come on, let us go to our place and…--…imad, I am in no mood for that!-He smiled and said, as he palmed my head,-mh…i know, darling. But come on, we shall talk a while, and try to find a solution-We went to his place. I told him I wanted a wash. He said,-I want a wash too. Shall. "And what’s your name, pretty girl?" Awoman’s voice, amused. "My name is Private Kirsten Smart." I addressthe blackness of my blindfold, lifting my wet face towards the scorching sun. "Please,may I have some water? And I want my clothes back." "It’s not cold. You don’t need clothes," thewoman says. "You are a prisoner, now, of the Free Nationalist Army. Iwon’t muck about: we need to know the positions of your various battalions,artillery, and aircraft." "You have the. Day by day the bond between both of us was getting better and hotter.While walking we used to touch each others hand and feel good about that magical touch because as soon as we touch a sort of feelings used to run in me and her (which I came to know after our romance).We used to share our casual pics and all. Her pictures were my favorite as they would to hot as fuck. I knew that our feeling were getting harder towards lust.Here comes the day, at one fine evening she invited me to her house. I.