‘Now that you’re here, how long you think it’ll take?’ inquired my host as he dug through the bar’s cupboards for a fresh bamboo umbrella fo... his drink. ‘Oh, just a few months, once I get back, ‘ I answered, sure that the publishers would be certain to rush this story. ‘Once you get back,’ he repeated in that voice straight out of New York, though I’ve never spent enough time there to really be sure what part of New York. Kind of thick, like oatmeal. Anyway. ‘It ain’t already goin’ down?’ ‘No,. She was even more beautiful in thejeans and top. To be fair I had no bad intentions at that point as she ismy cousin. She is a real beauty for sure. Very fair lady, about 5’5″ or soin height and beautiful boobs quiet big and her ass is even more beautiful. WellI used to visit them now and then and we used to have a good time I their houseand so the time passed. Few months later my cousin husband told me that hecould not find his wife any jobs and hence it was getting very difficult forhim to. I got beat up pretty badly for that one. I like getting beaten.After the abuse was over, Nikki was propped up on an elbow, toying with my chest hair. "I suppose we'd better get some sleep. We're driving the truck back to Louisiana." I guess. I'm very relaxed, you know." One more hug and then – sleep!" she commanded.Yes, back to Louisiana with a box truck. Why? Drum set. Various musical instruments. We're heading to a Cajun music festival. My ancestors would be proud. Confused, but proud.The. The satin whisked together. The bow came undone. I ripped off the box and found tissue paper. I tore through it to reveal a pair of panties. I picked them up, tossing the box onto the bed, and held them stretched. They were white with ruffled bands of lace that ran down the backside. They were girlish and cute. I grinned, just the sort of panties I would wear.“Thank you, Mildred, they're perfect!” I gushed.The brunette futa smiled and stroked her girl-dick as she watched me don them. I wiggled.