The waitress had just taken my order for a coffee when Anne walked in.She looked really good in the off-the-shoulder little black dress she wore. It w...s a little above mid-thigh in length–daring, but stopping just short of slutty! With the black strappy CFM heels and her hair done up in a ponytail with a sparkly rhinestone holder, she made a very attractive package.She saw me sitting at the table and walked over. I rose as she got to the table and pulled out her chair. She smiled at me and took. I couldn’t see my father as a fighter jock although he was a damned good mechanicThe girls who I was supposed to meet were there at the aged relative’s house as we arrived. It soon became obvious that they were as uninterested in me as I was in them. Attractive enough girls but like all the daughters of military men, they were after other military men to marry. Why not? The life of an officer’s wife in any of the defence services was a pampered one.The military of South Asia, I often thought. Their children are now in to teens or into initial phase of their careers.She said, that because they are under so much professional pressure, they relax themselves by having share new girls amongst themselves. They don’t go for Giggolos as it has got chance of exposure. Maam had told that they already have share around 8 ladies within themselves. They had an unofficial agreement that each one of the member would have to bring one new muse and that this was her turn to find a suitable girl for. .He hold my face with my hair and kiss me so forcibly and passionately; I really loved that. He said stay like this and he started driving. He took me to motel. He got room. He didn’t let me pull up my t shirt. My boobs were visible to everyone. The front desk manager was looking lustily at me. Uncle dropped the keys and told me to pick it up. I bend down to pick up and my short skirt gave full view of my ass hole and my vagina to the front desk manager.Uncle pulled me close to him and started.