. it's our readers who suffer. I had more than half of this installment finished and erased it. My muse has taken a snit about it and WON'T tell me wh...at I wrote. Even if I figure out chapter four and get it posted here ... this stays ... as a testament to blithering idiocy.If She ... the muse ... works anything like she usually does, I'll have to fumble my way through to the point where she says, "There's a good boy ... see ... you need me." The rest of her comment will be to force me to read. This story is about me and my hottest dream woman my aunt. My uncle and my aunt live in Bangalore. My uncle’s age is 34 and my aunt’s age is 33. My uncle is a manager in a big company so he comes home at 10:00 or 11:00 pm.My email id is Now coming to the story – It was my summer vacation going on. So I decided to go to my uncle’s place to spend my vacation for 10 days. When I reached there, my aunt came to pick me up as my uncle was in office. When she saw me at airport she was very happy and. "I wanted to feel you fighting me. I wanted to feel all of your muscles squirming like when we are wrestling. I wanted to fuck you so many times when we wrestled, I wanted to feel what it was like." "You punk ass bitch," I said as I laughed and let his arms go and sat straight up still sitting on his belly. "You could have just told me instead of scaring the shit out of me. Did you enjoy it?" I finally asked after I calmed down. "Oh yeah, it was great. Nothing like a bunch of muscles. " Yes Deific, that has always been the order, I will pass the word again so there is no misunderstanding." Thor stated."I..." I never got past the "I", as the ground under my feet moved. My first thought was earthquake but that would have been wrong as the earth only vibrated in place while the earthquakes I had felt back in California always moved from side to side. Looking at my companions, I could see on their faces that they were feeling the same thing I was. How long the ground vibrated, I.