It’ll wear down the strongest man given enough time.“After an extended tour, he’d drag into the house wounded, dispirited, and tired. There were...times when he’d burst into tears at what he had seen and done. It was a price he willingly paid to protect his family, his friends, and country against those who meant us ill. That’s real strength.“I’d change his bandages and nurse him back to health. I’d hold him in the dark when the nightmares threatened him. I’d give him the time and space required,. It happened when I was in 10th standard. It was a colony of about 10 families scattered among different plots. One of the families that used to live across our house was a Jain family. The old couple and their young son and daughter- Deepak and I don’t remember the name of the girl at this moment. Deepak was around 6 feet tall in his late 20s and had dark black complexion. He uses to drive an auto rickshaw but with monthly fixed customers, more or less like a private taxi. My mother Sarita, was. Perhaps it was a mixture of the wine and the odd situation, but Paul felt a strong sensation of lust run through him. Even his nipples were reacting to his thoughts.He could imagine lowering Mandy to the floor and opening her blouse to expose her perfectly formed breasts, kissing one, and drawing the excited spike of her nipple into his mouth. Then he'd slowly enter her tight, wet pussy and bring her to several climaxes before powerfully pumping his cum into her.Paul looked down past his. Her pillowy breasts pressed against my own through her yukata. My hands found her leg beneath the short robe's hem, sliding up beneath to her pussy.“God-Queen!” she squeaked, finally breaking our kiss. “I'm only his. No one else may touch me.”“And I am your Goddess,” I purred, sucking on her ear, my hand sliding up into her warmth.“No, no!” she protested as I stroked her pussy. She shuddered, her flesh hot, growing damp at my touch. “This isn't right.”“Yes, it is,” I purred. “Submit to me. I'll.