Because no one could hear their own words, they spoke ever louder until the air filled with a cacophony of voices. ‘Thank the Spirits, the Light-Eye... One has returned!’ ‘Sala, what happened?’ ‘Jakal, we have been so worried!’ ‘Have you been healed by the Spirits, Sala?’ ‘I knew you would come back to us, Light-Eye, you carry great luck!’ ‘Where have the two of you been?’ ‘We appealed to the Spirits many times to bring you safely home!’ The clamoring mass surrounding them pressed ever closer.. They had a kid too. The aunty was a MLIF! Her name was Mansi (name changed). She was very pretty. She was wheatish in complexion. Around 5 ft 3 inches. Had an amazing figure! Big breasts around 34DD,flat stomach and an amazing ass which I felt like spanking every time I saw it.They were very friendly with our family and I used to talk to Mansi a lot(she insisted I call her Mansi). Mansi was a very gorgeous and confident woman. She knew she was hot and wore tight fitting clothes to show it and. . note: this is also a true storyI had just tried anal masturbation and on my way out of my sisters room (from returning her vibrator =D) I grabbed a couple pairs of her panties. I grabbed two cotton pairs, one was pink and the other was yellow. I figured I may as well also grab a G-String, so I did! It was black, and I pictured my sister in it and immediately got a raging hard on, harder than when I was thinking of my hot brother while masturbating. These incestuous thoughts were starting to. The only exception was a tall man dressed entirely in black, wearing an Arab head cloth, a kaffiyeh, along with expensive Western style synthetic cold weather clothing rather than the rough locally spun, earth colored wool coats and pants of the other men. He did condescend to kneel beside a rock outcropping, but he made no effort to hide himself under a blanket as his companions had done. Such a response was both beyond his experience since he had no knowledge of war as fought in Afghanistan.