He motioned up and to the left a little. "I live in the next building just upstairs" he said. Do I or don't I, I'm thinking. Here I am talking to a st...anger who knows my secret and invites me up to his apartment to continue the talk. He does sweeten the deal by mentioning my favourite bourbon and saying he has a bottle. I was always a sucker for a pantyhose clad woman and good bourbon, so why not take him up on the offer.We get up and leave the bar and head right next door as he said. It's one. I quietly walked upstairs to the kitchen and pulled out a pair of scissors and a flashlight. Back downstairs, I kneeled at the couch and slowly lifted up his blanket. Even in the dim moon light I could clearly see the plaid blue pattern in his pajama shorts and the wrinkles and folds of the fabric. I pinched a piece of fabric right between his beautiful asscheeks, lifted it up, and snipped off a piece about two centimeters long and maybe half a cm wide. By now my hands were trembling almost. I’ve been told about ths site by my friend Michael, who a great visitor of ths site. Im narrating all of u guys a 100% real story of my life hardly a wik b4. I was in a marwari wedding party in my hotel banquet. Im 4m a middle class family and honestly speaking i’ve never seen such a party like that b4. The hall was full of beautiful&high society people. Chicks were at their majestical beauty and the most attractive part was with the bhabhies. I was just standing near the fud stalls watching. Karin was kissing her like a lover kisses another lover, intimately, sweetly and her hands were cupping the cheeks of Krystal’s ass in the pretty dress she was wearing. Krystal was almost melting into the kiss. Karin moved away and smiled. Karin spoke to her daughter. ‘You’re wearing pretty lingerie under there, I bet. I’m very flattered, do you really want me that much?’ Krystal nodded. ‘Then, that will be my Christmas present to you, to take you as my lover. If you think that you can handle.