It was around 4pm and my mom along with my uncle and grandma were planning to go to shop.I decided to stay back as i hate shopping more than anything....My aunt decided to stay put and take care of me as i had donated blood earlier in the morning and was feeling weak. They went back and i was alone with my aunt in the huge flat. I had a shy attitude towards aunt as i didnt get much time to be frank to her and she knew it. Although she never felt the same and always supported me and loved my. We were both happy that daddy realized menstrual blood washes right off, and won’t make a guy’s dick fall off. I found orgasms more comforting than I could imagine any amount of pills or other drugs could ever be. I’d rather have daddy fucking me than all the sympathy in the world. I’m sure that getting fucked every day helped keep my hormone driven, crazy emotions nice and mellow.I suppose Sammie and I are the kind of girls who all girls with cramps hate. It’s nothing personal girls, but we. Did I mention that the female truck driver, PFC Caroline Beckett, was also the lover of my direct boss, Lt. Strauss?Yeah ... this really complicated the issue. In one fell swoop, our entire chain of command was mentally lobotomized. It only got worse a few nights later when we found Caroline's and Red's naked and horribly tortured and abused bodies dumped like garbage near the front gate of our remote camp. Shock and disbelief turned at once to implacable rage and a burning desire for horrific. Though she was not short, he was a good six inches taller than her. Rather than kiss, he drew her body tightly to his, melding their flesh together. His hands gripped her nearly naked ass. She sent one hand running up and down his back while the other wormed its way into the back of his briefs and seized onto what was clearly a trim and muscular ass.Jared and Stacy weren't the only ones watching the couple. Stacy noticed both the man and the woman cast hidden glances at the people around them..