”“You have to find a way out. I have to pee!”I put on my jeans and sweater. Putting my shoulder to the door, I began pushing it. It began to giv... way, allowing me to peek outside through the small gap. The snow was still falling and the wind was causing it to form large drifts. It took me a while, but I was able to open the door far enough to get outside. I cleared the snow away from the door, using a piece of firewood and my feet. Once the door opened freely, I went to take a leak and get. The Bubble-top had pulled up and away as the observer sprayed the area with the M60 machine gun and dropped the ever-ready smoke grenade. The two Cobra gunships riding high cover had torn the immediate area up with rockets and mini-gun fire. When the dust settled, the returning scout had spotted a blood trail. The platoon had been inserted to follow the trail.For two hours they had cautiously followed the streaks of blood. Someone, probably more than one someone from the marks in the dusty soil. .. do...” I groaned. I could fight the pain, but the pleasure... ? How could I fight pleasure? My body yearned to surrender to it.“I can hurt you,” Cherry moaned. “If that will make you happy. I want to make you happy. I’ll take such good care of you.”Her magic reached deeper, tendrils climbing over my mind’s redoubt, reaching closer and closer to covering me in worship for her. I groaned, banging my head back into the rock wall, my balls aching to erupt into her sweet pussy.Then she suddenly. I asked her privately later why that was so important and she explained about a man's needs and that we girls would be wrong to place obstacles in the path of Papa having his needs met.But after Mama left us, I began to wonder why I couldn't fulfill Papa's needs - why couldn't I be 'the woman of the house' in every respect. As time went on, and Papa showed no signs of trying to find a new wife, I became more and more convinced that I was right to want what I wanted.One night, about three months.