He began to take pictures of her naked, and began to film her. Weeks went by of him taking photo's and filming her. When oneday his luck ran out. She ...ooked over and saw the camera. A bit of him died inside. He tried to avoid her, but she kept knocking at the door. Until one day her realised that he had to open the door. She walked in without talking to him, and told him to sit down on the couch. He did, and he thought that she would go crazy, she didnt, she hugged him and asked him why he did. Yes, I was in a tent. To my right I saw a cargo bag and a back pack. They both had a camouflage pattern, though the cargo bag was a heavy canvas material and the pack was a lighter material – ripstop nylon, it looked like to me – parachute cloth with a liner on the inside. They looked like the ones I remembered seeing the soldiers carrying on TV coverage of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.Along with the sound of birds and dogs, I realized after a moment, I could hear laughter – little kid's. So our maid told Sarika to go with me. It is lottery for me. I was never expecting this treat. That day I first time experience a soft touch of Sarika.During our way to home, I experienced a boob pressing also. I thought it was intentional by Sarika. So I stared to get more sexually attracted towards her. Day by day her style was also changing. She starts to live modern. But whenever I am around her she always shows her big cleavage. I am also regularly noticed it. So I now start thinking to. ’ I froze. All of the color soon left my face as I processed exactly what was going on. I was pregnant? How was this even possible? ‘That’s…not possible,’ I denied. Brushing off my denial, my doctor simply asked, ‘You’ve been having sex, have you not? It’s all possible, and the proof is right here in the blood.’ Turning around, she called for a nurse to come in and assist her while she began to set up the nearby ultrasound machine to take a look. As the nurse came in and assisted the doctor.