Our deal is there is no trouble with the Navy or anyone else, about the drunken sailor, and no one will see my home movies I took of my Caribbean trip...last year." We will find those drop boxes you set up." Maybe, there were only 15, now you have to worry about 1500, videos on the Internet. Each program checks to see if I have been reported missing. One report of me being missing or dead, and every news agency with an internet presence will see a shot of me testing a new gun site last year. How. Who made me cum like no-one else ever had. I felt I was victorious. I had won over a powerful man by giving him my body.When I got back to our little shared room, Panek, my boyfriend, pestered me with what now seemed to be trivial questions. Where had I been, where was his t-shirt, why didn’t we have any milk? In truth I couldn’t care, these questions simply washed over me and I didn’t want anything to intrude on my happiness.I started to undress to take a nap - I didn’t shower because I wanted. I fucked my mom whole night in all the possible angles and slept . When I was in deep sleep I felt something on my face and woke up and could see nothing it was dark . Ohh it was a pussy near my mouth covering my whole face with saree and petticoat. I started licking the pussy and clarified it was not my mom but my Pinni (aunty, hereafter called Ramya) . I was mad and fucking her pussy with my tongue in the meanwhile biting her clitoris . I felt some hands over my boxer squeezing my grown dick. ‘What the hell do you mean by that?’ Taylor asked angrily. ‘You are mister big shot now, mixing it with the rich and famous, moving in on the cheerleaders, in another few weeks your head will get so big, it might just explode.’ ‘I do not know what you are talking about Jenny, where does all this come from?’ ‘You just came back from recording with Culture, now all of a sudden you are mixing it with the cheerleading squad, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.’ ‘I thought everyone was happy.