I went near the door and heard heavy moans of a woman. I realized it was voice of savita aunt. She was yelling “Aaah,aaah,aaah,aaah. aaah.Ouch.Amit ...uck me hard.fuck me. aaaah.aaah.aaaah.ooh.ooh.Do it from behind. Do it.aah aaah aaah.ooh.ooh. Come on.amit.aaah”.Hearing this I got exited and went into my room and masturbated thinking about her.Next few days passed as I got busy with my work and had little time thinking about her. They had sex every alternate day but I avoided hearing as I feared. I was dying for a nice juicy cock. As it happened, one weekday afternoon I came out of the local liquor store after buying a six- pack of Bud Light, and there was a sixteen or seventeen year old trying to get somebody to go in and buy him a pack of cigarettes. I know, crazy. I’m not a chicken hawk, but it seemed fate was on my side. So I simply told him what I wanted to do to him, and he said okay. In my defense, I didn’t buy the cigarettes. We drove a little further beyond the city limits and. The doctor made a wry face and said, “There was a penetrating trauma to the left gluteus maximus muscle.”The girls looked perplexed, and Marilyn wasn’t much better, so I translated for them. “Your brother got shot in the ass.”“Carl!” protested Marilyn, as the girls giggled.The doctor shrugged and nodded. “More likely shrapnel from an RPG or a ricochet fragment, but that’s about right.”“When can I see Charlie?” asked Marilyn.“Well, he’s confined to the hospital on the Tarawa right now. He’ll be. She soon fell into a troubled sleep.The next morning was just like any other Saturday, Jim left early to get some golf in at the country club. In the afternoon he would go door to door spreading the faith. Debbie just sat at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee and reading the paper. She was turning the pages listlessly, seeing the same old advertisements, when something caught her eye. The ad practically jumped off the page, 'IS YOUR LIFE A MESS? IS STRESS MAKING YOU TIRED AND GRUMPY? Find.