For some reason, I had a strong desire to see a woman's pubic hair more than any other feature.My mother sought ways to dispel what she believed was m... grief over my father's death. The truth was, I was thrilled to be living with her and my sisters, but my shyness conveyed a different message, I suppose. A customer of hers thought that it'd be a good idea for me to attend summer camp and he helped her make arrangements for me to go to a church camp. She thought this would take my mind off of my. I held the water bottle out to her. She looked at the plastic bottle questioningly. She had never seen a bottle like that, I knew. I unscrewed the plastic cap and took a light sip of the water, then handed the bottle to her. She drank it down, her eyes watching me. I smiled reassuringly at her.When she was done, I asked her, "Is it okay if I look at the scratches on your back?"She nodded. I moved behind her and raised the back of her shirt up. The scratches were scabbed over, but I didn't think. I was found drifting in the space out on the sprawling end of that arm of the galaxy about two weeks later, safe but alone in a single survival sleep pod. The traumatic termination of my biolink with my zulon Pynom, meant that all our people understood that I was unable to remember anything at all surrounding the incident. Only pure speculation ranked this loss with the rumours of renewed rebel activity around the periphery of the Empire, but without any hard evidence, the official line was. In the dinner the same thing happened. I went to the room and masturbate. Suddenly I heard some sound from my uncle room. I went near their room and tried to listen. I was surprise to find that my uncle who is an alcoholic was beating Sangita aunt. I tried to see through the key hole and was surprise to see that my aunt was completely naked and my uncle was inserting a mouth of an alcohol bottle in her beauty hole. She was moaning and want my uncle to make love but my uncle like an animal was.