I sat down at the edge of her bed beside her and shook her shoulder lightly. “Aunt Vicky? Wake up…”She mumbled in her sleep, but didn’t wake u.... So I shook her a little more, “Aunt Vicky. Wake up….”She shook her head a little and came out of her slumber, opening her eyes. “Wha… Jake? Whats going on, dear?”“Aunt Vicky, I’m really sorry about earlier today. I hope you aren’t mad.” I told her.Even in the dark, I could see well enough to know my aunt was frowning at me. “I can’t believe you chose. AUTHOR’S NOTE- This story is a bit lengthy and thus would be in a few parts/episodes. Kindly cooperate and wait for the next parts/episodes. I assure you the quality and eroticism. Also, this is my first erotic story. So don’t mind my mistakes. Happy Reading!Hi. I’m Aarav. I’m 18 years old and I live in Delhi with my parents. This story is about me and my mausi (Maternal aunt). So, let me tell you about her. Her name is Sonali. She’s 32 years old and has a wheatish complexion. Her height is 5″3. "Do you have any ideas on how to, ... ah, terminate those two? When we reach Sparta, I'll see that everyone is paid." That, Mr. Hammer, is your field of expertise. These weapons should be a great help. My father will return home now and have my sister prepare to leave for the U.S. She and her son have passports and visas, although you will most definitely not be passing through customs," chuckled the man grimly. "It's better to ask forgiveness than permission." Let me have a look at those. As a trained soldier and a veteran of several campaigns, I always keep my medicine kit on my belt, to have needle and gut at hand for immediate and ready use. Indeed, this wasn't the first time I've had to stitch up my stomach to keep my guts from falling out! I've already given them quite a few stitches as well, but before I was done I'd lost too much blood and strength to even crawl. A deep belly wound is always tricky. Three out of four men with that wound die, even if a good camp surgeon or.