When I reached Pramod’s bed, I checked whether the book was still there. I kept the broomstick aside and sat on his bed, and checked out what’s in...the story.There are about 10 stories in that book, in between some sexy poses of men and women. After many long years, I was getting wet. I started to read the sex stories. Whenever I was reading out the erotic scenes in the stories, I could feel the juices flow inside me and drip on my gown.I was shocked by the last two stories because the story was. It didn't surprise himthat all the clothes fit him. Even Julienne's sneakers (Sketchers girl'ssneakers in purple and black with laces) fit. Once he had finishedselecting his clothes he took off his nightgown and panties. The pantieswent into the hamper and the nightgown he knew instinctively had to bereturned to it's hanger in the closet.He was now naked and started to dress. Marcia still wearing her nightie,went into the room without knocking as she had thousands of times beforeand saw. She stopped kissing my dick and to fride and brought ice cube. She rubbed ice cube on my dick,which made it to cool down. Later she sat on my top and inserted my dick into her love hole. I was feeling pain, as her pussy was little tight. Later she started to ride me gently. She was kissing my lips. Meanwhile she was keeping her boobs near my mouth and was taking back. I lost my patience and put her on bottom.I kissed her lips, ear lobes and neck. I slowly came down to her clean shaven pussy and. Take off your panties." I said in a calm but stern voice."Here?" Yes."She hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then she said the last thing I had expected, "oh god, I'm so wet." I like that but you still haven't taken you panties off." She moaned slightly and I sensed an opening. "Linda you are my slut. When I tell you to do something I expect it to be done. Now take off your fucking panties before I reach up your skirt and rip them off myself," I growled.I realized then that I had not said.