My first ever wet dream, as it was explained, heralded the start of my menstrual cycles, such pleasure followed by pain and cramps serving to make me ...ware my pussy had started growing up and men would play a big part in my need for sexual gratification.All girls, indeed some boys feel the same for aunts who fuss over them, like I do today with my nephew's knowing what my attentions do to them, we all harbor that desire to be the first one, to show the bodies ability to pleasure, as it was. John moaned his pleasure, holding her while the other two sucked a few more times on him. “Okay, my fucking stud! Show us how it’s done!” Rita desired.“Wow, aren’t you the busy stud, who’s the third women?” a familiar voice from above asked.“Hi Carrie, this is my mom, Adele! We just found out that the doctors don’t have to amputate my leg, so we’re celebrating!”“Good for you, Jackie. I’m very happy for you and what a perfect way to enjoy yourself too! John, you are truly, one bad ass mother. Next he tied my ankles with the cord with two remaining bedposts and now I was lying spread-eagle on the bed. “Saroj darling, I want to do some thing more which I have not told you.” I was surprised, what more? He opened the shelf and picked a thin jute cord (Sutli) of aprx 2 ft length. I was still in confusion as what next he wants to do with me, but to my surprise he made two slippery knots at both the ends of Sutli (jute cord) and holding my choochiyan (Tits) one by one in his hands, put on. On the table was a missile and a metal box with a screen. I ignored the girl and moved to the table, "they built it."The colonel followed me, "you know what this is?"I set my duffles down and bent to look at the missile, "it is a heat recognition system designed to seek and destroy the plane you lock onto."He cleared his throat, "this is classified. How did you find out about it?"I checked the lift plates on the end of the missile, "I designed it."I stood and looked at him to see his mouth.