.Hello ki fir priya aunty boli me chai lekar aati hu aur chali gai tabhi reena aunty ne door close kardiya aur muje bola aaj moka acha hai tu hum dono...khus karde. Lekin mene kaha priya aunty maan gai to aunty ne kaha vo sub ho jayega. Fir priya aunty chai lekar aayahi. Aur hum chai pine lage aur bate normally hone lagi.Fir thodir der ke baar reena aunty boli dekhto sandip mere boobs kitne bade ho gaye. Mene kaha haa aunty ab aap achi lag rahi ho. To aunty ne kaha zara chu k dekh ab to tere. The atlatl dart that I was using did have one great advantage: it weighed in at about double the weight of the usual arrow, so it did pack more of a punch than did an arrow. Often, I could do with one dart what it would take two or three arrows to accomplish, especially now that I had metal points for all of my darts.It was a great day, and everything was going along fine. We had ridden past a copse of trees when one of the men fell over with an arrow protruding from his back. "AMBUSH!" The cry. Without caring she dumped the pants, bra, and panties, but held onto the shirt. She stared at the logo on the front, trying to remember the girl she used to be, who had worn this shirt so much. Before she could cry, she shoved the shirt into the trash.“Get back over here and get onto the hood, on your back, where a slut like you belongs.”She walked back to the car without complaint. Flash eyed her eagerly as she crawled onto the hood and spread her body over it, feeling the cool metal against. I wasn't listening. I was remembering all the times my mother had held me as a child, all the hugs and kisses. The times she'd tickled me, tucked me in to bed and read to me. All the times she'd said she loved me.I looked across into the eyes of my brother. He flinched and looked away.I looked into the eyes of my father and saw relief and fear. He looked away slowly.I looked into the eyes of my sister and saw streams of tears.I looked down at the casket before me and I sagged a little. I was.