Do I feel badly about publishing such personal insights? Absolutely not. I mean, it's not as if she can complain about such a violation of privacy. An... this, her last journal (alas, no other will ever be written), sums it all up with the sort of emotionally vivid observation I could never attain.Still, I must warn the reader that this story is about ME! It's about my long, sad slide into the depths of depravity. In the last portion of our story, you observed me making a solemn oath that I would. Allison, Lucy, Sylvia and Sarah. His harem; as he would consider them when he was at home late at night, looking at porn on his computer. The fifth girl was Jo, his daughter. A small complication that would be removed next year when she had finally graduated. Until now, they'd balanced the dad as a teacher at my school dilemma without too many incidents of note. It had been stretched a couple of times since she'd turned 18, but in the main they'd survived. He'd managed to avoid having her in. She let out a soft moan with a forward jerk.I kept holding her waist and in one go, brought her really close to me and hugged her tight. I wanted to feel her body. And it turned me on. Her boobs dug into my chest and she moaned softly. She slid her hands inside my t-shirt from the back. She moved it on my bare skin leaving her hot breaths on my ears and neck.That turned me on even more and my grip on her tightened. She held my hand, raised it and took off my t-shirt in one go. I held her hand. 56mm and 7.62mm rounds riddled each of the wolves like creatures as they yelp and stagger from their attack. The mercenaries were surprised to see that none of the creatures have fallen dead from the wounds that were inflicted to them. ‘Damn it these bastards don’t die,’ yelled Marion. ‘Keep up your fire and disperse them,’ ordered Ken. Running back into the tree line, each of the werewolves hasten their speed trying to avoid the pain which each of the Ken’s men can cause with their weapons. .