"A word ofwarning: do not touch the items inside! Whoever opens the box andtouches the garments will trigger the spell. I wish thee luck." Withthat,...it sank down into the pentagram, and the lighting returned tonormal. Gingerly I touched the box. I could feel a faint tingle of power frominside. I smiled to myself for a moment, then picked it up, and went tothe car. When I arrived at the apartment, I found the place deserted. I had amoment of panic, then realized that I could trace him. If you like the story, please say so via mail My name is Sunil. I am from Bangalore. My family consists of my father a Govt employee, my mother a homemaker, my sister, my brother and me. Lately my aunt’s daughter was also staying with us. I am 24 years old, but this happened to me in my childhood, when I did not even know what was sex or nudity. The story is the incidence between my aunt’s daughter and me. Her name was Bhavya. She was helping my mom in house hold works she was around 18 or. Thiswas not an accident site, but a roadblock.One of the personnel, a middle-aged man with a heavy chin, walked infront of the truck and raised his hand as a stop signal. He was wearingan old woodland camouflage Battle Dress Uniform, complete with a patrolcap and a utility vest of some description. His boots were caked inbrown mud. The man had a hunting rifle with a scope slung on hisshoulder, while his men were holding a mixture of rifles and shotguns intheir hands, ready to provide support. " Ready go!" I said, already giving myself a head start and thinking ofthose skirts and her legs behind my shop cash desk.But she had caught me by the time we reached the lake and as we mountedthe hill back to the village she broke away leaving me to reach the finishline, to the cheers of the women of the village, which instead of theusual tape comprised of dresses, bras, pantyhose, slips, panties and wigsand which were held at head height so that they hit me gently in the faceas I crossed the.