Pr jb prachi first day class m aayi sb ldko ko paseena aa gya .. Vo itni cute lg rhi thi ki bs pucho mat… Bs usi din se mere sir pr use ptane ka bho...t swaar ho gya …. Vo abhi nayi thi school me to vo kisi se jyada baat nhi krti thi or uske kuch jyada frnds b nhi bane the to m use casualy hi hello krta tha or vo khush hokr rply krti thi dheere dheere hm ache frnds bn gye or hm ek saath baithne lge class me… Dheere dheere hum dono saath hi rhne lge school me kahi b jaate saath hi jaate.Infact. Obviously a spoiled child growing up, she had family high up in our town's social structure, so she basically got away with anything she wanted to.I had a crush on Chyenne early on in high school, but that quickly faded as her oxbinious attitude was made apparent to me every day. Still, she had plus sized boobs and knew it. She had a constant string of boyfriends that she dated for about half-a-year each throughout high school. Having classes with her, I unfortunately knew every detail of these. We were kissing, tongue against tongue, mouth against mouth, and I wandered my hands down to her boobs, across her nipples, kept kissing her, and I pulled down her underwear. She stood there, kissing me, panting, and I could feel her against me.I stepped back, and looked at her. Without saying a word, I pulled down my boxer shorts."Holy fuck," I heard Kayla say.I looked at her on the couch, glanced back at Julie, glanced at Kayla, and said, "What?"She just sat there. She didn't say a. I knew they were out there, just outside our sensor range. What I wanted to know was how many of them were there. Each troop carrier averaged 500 combat troops. And in the FN the standard was 1 hospital ship to every 3 troop carriers. My interest was in how much fuel was being used up. I wanted all of them bone dry when they docked. I wanted them so dry that even security fighter flights would be out of the question.Right now, it was a waiting game.There was, however one thing that would cause.