I went up to my bedroom, while my dad stayed up and watch the stupid baseball game downstairs.At around 10 pm I was tired and bored. I turned off my l...ght and went to bed. I must have fallen asleep, I began to dream, and my dream turned from innocent to me fucking King. I was on all fours, and he was on top of me, doing me hard and fast.I woke up to a gigantic orgasm, my body was soaked with sweat and my fingers were inside my orgasmic pussy. Fuck, what a dream.*********The next day, Saturday,. “Do you really think something like that is possible?” she asked. “Just like that? Two people, who have never met before?” I nodded and gulped because my throat had gone dry. She kept reading, her voice getting a little husky as she read about those two going into a wild sex scene. It made her hot, quite literally. She started fanning herself with the magazine, a little shiny sweat popping out on her forehead.I went and turned the air conditioner on. Then I sat down beside her. I told her to. Both of them irritated the hell out of me. Just who did he think he was? It’s not like either of us were in uniform. The more I dwelled on it, the angrier I got. I swore that I would never let that man get the upper hand again. He could chew my ass all he wanted Monday morning, but there was no way he’d get the better of me. I curled myself up on my bed, imagining the major, naked and bound, in the bed of my truck. Oh the things I would do to the man. I grinned in satisfaction. Had I known how. I began to think about my own safety if one of those twisters hit the area I live in, so I went on the internet and searched for information about storm shelters. After a great deal of searching (you know how that goes) I found a contractor in my area who specializes in installing underground storm shelters. I contacted him and he came to my home and presented several proposals for installing a suitable storm shelter on my property. After discussing his proposals, I accepted the one that I.