Once in the room I light a candle and I walk up to him and unbutton his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his bare chest. Not bad I think to myself. I t...hen use my skilled hands to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off… glad to see his arousal already evident. In the dim light I am surprised to see that his manhood does not measure up to his confidence, yet his charming smile makes me hope that he can satisfy my hunger. He is detached yet desirable, a rogue edge to him, something I can’t. He threatened him of dire consequences and left. FIL was quite fine now and we started our love game again. Every night I slept with FIL, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Sunil and he too started ogling me. I too felt his presence in the house very arousing. I always wanted a handsome macho man and here there was one, who was approximately of my age and bursting with strength.Every morning he did his exercises only in his panties which barely managed to hold his big strong penis. His muscles. I walked out into the living as he was removing a vile of amber liquid from his gym bag and syringe. As he placed the needle into the vile and drew a large amount of the liquid into the syringe, he told me to turn around which I did. I was wearing tiny thong panties and he rubbed my bottom with a little alcohol swab which made me squeal from the sudden cold and without warning pushed the needle into my bottom and injected the liquid. He explained that these were vitamin shots provided by “The. But the frogs and the cicadas? They drove me fucking nuts. At night, they never shut up. The snakes I could deal with because you just kicked them out of the way or waited for them to slither on by, and at least, they were quiet. The gators you pretty much never saw unless you were out on a boat, and they didn’t keep you up either. Just the frogs and the cicadas and whatever other insects felt like being a pain but particularly the frogs and the cicadas. ‘Do you see that?’ Greg asked, and then.