Call me daddy slut.Yes daddy.Tell me to fuck you slut.Fuck me daddy. Fuck me.As I told him that he really started to thrust it in me. I could feel him...tense up. Tell me you want me to cum.I want you to cum daddy.Say please slut.Please cum for me daddy. Please cum.His grip around my wrists and body got tighter as he fucked me harder. Here it comes baby. Ohhhh fuck yeah, I yelled, give it to me. Ahh ahh aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Every thrust he moaned more. Yeahhhh girl....yeahhhh girl....ahhhhh fuck. And I on my part, told her not to worry and I would be coming to meet her on my diwali holidays.The day was 11th October 2001 and diwali was only about 10 days away. I was beginning to get very horny and had already made plans to make love to my mother, in different positions as I had already read ‘Kama sutra’ to pass time in the hostel.On the 13th October and it was Saturday.My college was closed and we friends went to hang out. As we were coming out of a road, I saw a shop named “meet your. I was evac'd, taped and strapped to a stretcher, dopey from the morphine. Two days later, full of something that made me so relaxed I drooled, I arrived at Bethesda. There they feed me drugs, kept me strapped down, and sewed up my wounds. And what was left of my crotch. A chaplain came by to talk, and left when I told him all I wanted to do was die. The doctors told me I would be discharged from the service as medically disabled when I was healed. So I was not only no longer a man, I could no. .that was fucking weird but it wasn't like she paraded around telling people to bow to her. For several weeks me hung out together doing stuff and there wasn't anything sexual going on. One day we had been browsing antique shops and when we were finished she came to my apartment. It was strange we had never talked about sex stuff. She just looked at me then stepped forward and I didn't move. The next thing I know we are standing in my room kissing. It felt so good her lips where so soft.