Phir maine ungli ko thoda sa press kiya bahut soft chuche the chachi ke.phir maine himmat karke pura haath rakh diya. phir dheere dheere sahlane laga....Chachi gahari neend mein thi.phir maine unke chunche ko dabaya. maine daaye haath se chachi ki nighty jo ki ghitnon tak thi use aur upar sarka diya. chachi ki panty dikhayi dene lagi. maine dhire se bek ungli se chachi ki chut ko panty ke upar se hi sahlana shuru kiya.chachi chachi ki panty gili hone lagi thi.chachi thoda sa hili to main darr. I bet you wouldn't last 2 minutes anyway. What a laugh!!" and she turned on her heel and started to walk away. I felt something flame inside me....rage, humiliation from being shit-talked by some tramp who thinks she's God's gift to men, lust and the fire to possess her. I grabbed her from behind and spun her around."You're nothing but a cockteaser and a whore. I'm sick of your shit and attitude. Don't act like you didn't want this." I grabbed her robe and ripped it from her body as she. She groaned and set about helping gather wood. Between the four women—-Merryl strong and capable carrying the deer and her share of the stretcher as if she was out for an afternoon stroll—-were able to lift the man free of the bracken. Despite Lena splinting the leg it shifted and he cried out and lost consciousness. Lena made no effort to bring him round, reckoning he’d be better off asleep for the jolting, half hour journey back to camp. With the swift descent of the sun the woods grew dark. The door burst open and what seemed like whirling dervish came through, plonked a bag on the floor, and threw herself on the sofa.“Oh uncle, it’s so stressful, I am going to fail, I just know it.” The whirling dervish was my niece. In her final year of school, wanting to study at university, and facing all the stresses of exams, study and university entrance.“Take it easy now, just relax and unwind for a minute. I will get you a drink. Hot or cold?” “Can I have cold followed by hot? I need to.