Nothing. No response. One more try. No response. Screw it! I opened her bedroom door. Empty. Well, shit! Where was she?The bathroom was steamy but emp...y.Striding into the living room, my mind tumbling through scenarios, I grabbed my jacket and car keys, now angry with her. Where had she disappeared to?As I strode towards the front door, it opened, Callie walking in with a small plastic shopping bag.“Where the Hell were you?” I growled.Completely unperturbed, Callie replied, “I needed Tampax, so. May I see some identification?" He asked and he examined the card and handed it back."Thank you sir. Standing orders are that all weapons are to be checked in at the armoury on entrance to the citadel so if you don't mind walking over to the house on your left." He indicated a house with two armed guard outside."Certainly can the child come with me as she tends to scream the place down when I leave her for more than a few minutes" Bernard asked."Well sir no civilians are allowed in the citadel. I liked to fuck my wife, when she lies in the bed turned left or right and I used to lie beside her spooned with her body and enter her from behind. We also fucked in some more multiple ways too. We used to visit my mom in the weekly holidays and enjoy her hospitality. I lost my dad about ten years back and since then mom remained alone. I sometime thought how mom is passing her time alone in our village home with some helping hands, some of whom were poor widowed women and their under-aged. I had for the last year found out, touching myself was pleasurable, so having my sisters doing it would be double, Louise asked if they could touch it, I nodded, tentatively they reached for it and it took a second or two for them to gain enough courage to hold it, Oh Dave, it looks so hard but its really soft to touch it was like there was a primeval thought deep in their minds that was brought forwards, because with out me telling them they started moving their hands up and down my length, it.