That’s all you should be thinking about. Fat fuck. A bit of alliteration. Poetry under gunfire. Had to be a book in that…. Stop fucking around, Ha...sen. There were still no shots. No footsteps. Just the rain dripping off the dumpster, into the puddles in the bitumen. Just the heavy breathing of his alliterative companion. The Package. The fat fuck. Maybe I’ve lost them. Yeah, right. Or maybe they’re getting into better positions…. He bent down on one knee and checked the gun. The Glock had. ”But Rahul was not in a mood of any mercy on me. I was helpless and have to obey Rahul. I wear the only shirt back on. As I was aware, my C-cup huge melons were easily outlining form my thin white shirt. My brown, hard nipples and areola were also visible. I embarrassedly declined to remove panties, “it is too late, I can’t remove my panties.” Rahul get agree and ask me to come out with same outlook.I came out, undoubtedly, customers and staff in restaurant had notices my dare without bra.. I had a fetish of smelling used undergarments. It was our summer vacations and they had called me at their home to play since their parents were out of town and were to return after 2 days. I went to their home and after around hour or so I had urged to pee so I went to the bathroom which both these sisters shared. After I had peed I saw a pile of clothes lying in one corner of the bath, I immediately went to the heap and saw that it also had 2 pair of panties and bras lying in them. I picked. Sandra tuned the guitar from the keys she asked Linda to play and within a few minutes they were ready. I looked over at Bill and he was looking at me with a question in his eyes and I just smiled at him. Linda did something to the keyboard and it sounded just like a banjo. I knew what they were going to play at that point so I just smiled and sat back to listen. They cut loose and I almost rolled on the floor at the look on Joyce's face when she heard Sandra playing the guitar. Then it was.