Main kitchen me gya and chachi ko piche se hug kr diya,chachi ne kuch nai boli woo hass rhi thi..Maine kaha chachi I lv u .Chachi ne bhi bol diya I lv...u 2.Fir kya tha main chachi ke neck (piche se ) kiss krna suru kr diya and kaal ko kiss kr rha tha…Chachi ne muze pehle roka fir dhire dhire wo bhi sath dene lge.Chachi palat gyi and muze hug kr di.Main kissing krta hi rha and chachi out of control ko chacho ho rhi thi .Dhire dhire hum dono me lip kissing suru ho gyi and main unka right wala. Our clothes needed washing and there was a stream handy. The connection was obvious, and we stopped for a little necessary housekeeping. I had an uncomfortable feeling about what was going on, but I could not put my finger on it. We were late enough in the summer for the Indian war to have started, so maybe that was what was bothering me. I couldn't get over it, but I kept having this feeling of impending doom.Whatever it was, the women decided that it did not keep them from washing clothes. I. I do a quick threat assessment and realized we are royally fucked! I thought there were several hundred banditos, but a quick estimate puts the number at well over a thousand. And they are being smart as hell this time, they are keeping us busy at the front gate while there's even more trying to get to the back fence.I haven't closed the hatch yet when Bob runs over and yells, "Is everything okay and do you need anything?"I reply, "Bob send half the men on the front gate to the back fence. " I laughed and shook my head.He glanced at his watch and stood up, "Hey, we'd better be heading for home;school's been out for half an hour." I guess, if we have to." I grumbled as we started to follow the path towardour homes. He had been beside me and suddenly stopped. I glanced back over myshoulder...he was studying something in his hand."Look at this, Ashley." He held up a small object between his thumb and indexfinger. "What do you suppose this is?" No clue," I said, as I shrugged my.