For the new readers, at first I introduce myself. I am Moni, late 40and 5’-7. I was born in a middle class Bangladeshi Muslim family and serving ina...public organization. My whole life is lustful indeed. As I gained somepractical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac andwhenever I got chanceI tried to fuck any aged girls orwomen with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncoveredboobs and pussies from hidden places when they change attires. I always. The other one, also dressed in black, his shotgun at his shoulder, bringing it up to aim at me across 5th.Time almost stopped for me; the scattergun was at my shoulder effortlessly as I slowed, then came to a complete halt. We were maybe forty, forty-five feet from each other. I could hear his labored breath.Then Marina, that distinctive voice, “No.”She was somewhere ahead of me, off to my left, out of sight.Her brother let out his breath, lowered his shotgun. I motioned with my double-barreled. I was glad I was out of there but it meant I was also out of a home. * My door slammed shut and my ass quickly connected with the cold tiled floor as I brought my knees into my chest. I always reverted into the foetal position when I was upset or angry and both resulted in me crying. My shoulders were numb from the involuntary spasms of my crying. My eyes were sore from the mascara-tainted tears. I fucked up, really fucked up. I just know I am not going to apologise to Ken. No chance. I had. I personally have had all kinds of rashes from the nature around me. Everything from flea bites to oily plants that create mild rashes on the skin. We won’t even discuss yeast infections. In twenty-two years, I had peed in the woods more than a few times, so I didn’t blink an eye, when I walked into the woods. Marty just smiled when I returned. He was all pleased as if he personally had something to do with it. Marty’s route took us a little inland. We rode about five hours then stopped at a.