Mausi meri diwani thi har kaam ke liye mere saath hi market ho ya phir kahi bhi jati thi, mere paas bike tha to jab woh mere saath bike pe jati to muj...se chipak kar baithti thi, chuchiyoon ko mujhse pura sata ke aur apna right hand mere jaang per rakh deti thi jaise koi couple hoMujhe bahut maza aata tha unke saath bike riding karte waqt. Mausi ghar me bra garmi (summer) ke mahine me nahi pehanti thi jisse unka nipple dikhta tha aur mai roz iska darshan karta tha. Isi tarah December ke mahine. .”“Kami, please stop – it doesn’t know the difference between a girlfriend ... and a sister,” I said.“Does Lynn know about ‘your little friend?’” she asked.“No, actually – We’re going really slow, as far as that’s concerned. I don’t want to scare her from boys completely, so it will take time before we make much progress on that front,” I responded rather indignantly.“So, how long since you’ve been with a girl?”“Jesus, Kami – that’s a rotten thing to ask your own brother!” I said pushing her. We kissed emotionally when offered the chance. The judge said, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. I know the risks but hope your marriage is long and happy." I shook his hand and Jane gave him a hug. We thanked him and left for Wally World.We picked out a few more outfits for Jane's camping wear and some minor things that I needed generally. I went over to the sporting area and purchased more ammunition for the guns I owned. I didn't know if I would need any extra ammunition but it was. Knowing that (long) story may put things into context. ‘Dust in the Wind’ – the title of the first story – was obviously borrowed from a song by the rock band ‘Kansas’, For the current story, I had the emotional song ‘Why’ from the Scottish singer ‘Annie Lennox’ on my mind. This story is not based this song – its storyline existed before I decided on the title – but I hope the song, in the back of my mind, somehow added to the atmosphere. All names, characters, situations and incidents.