"So good morning Detective Thompson," I said sitting down. I was pretty damn sure she was waiting for me."So Ms. Stone, I see you rode that bicycle in...the fucking rain. Are you crazy or just a Masochist?" she asked."There are people who come don't on either side of that question. It just depends on who you ask." I said."I asked you," she replied in true cop fashion."I'm trying to do my penitence," I suggested."Oh and what have you done that you need to repent?" she asked."Fucked half the guys. ’ he said. ‘Designer shoes on the other hand…’ ‘She threw an almighty tantrum right in the middle of the store!’ ‘How much did they cost?’ ‘Not too much.’ ‘How much?’ ‘Five hundred.’ Mansi lied, not wanting to tell him about Reena aunty. She knew her husband was really big on self-respect, self-reliance, and pride. ‘You could have just refused to buy them.’ Mansi felt really annoyed at this comment. Amar knew how much effort it took to manage Pinky’s demands. And handle her tantrums. He himself. ..I.....I.......I'M SPEECHLESS!!! FUCKING SISSY COCKSUCKING FAGGOT!!!!" those last words rang in my ears as she stormed out and I finally came to my senses! Anthony was freaking out saying how sorry he was and getting dressed (funny because I remember now he put his pants on over Rachels panties! lol) and I just stood there spellbound! As he left he told me to call him later and let him know what happened. I took the panties off and got dressed and toll off in my car looking for Rachel (this. . made them damp. I opened my dressing gown and slipped the panties over my cock, making sure the dampened crotch area was nestled tight against the underside of my erection, without covering the head. I began to masturbate, imagining that these had just been removed from my mother's body. As my hand slid up and down, I told myself that it was her hand rubbing the worn knickers up and down my cock. I pictured her sitting on the edge of the bath. In my mind I stood before her. Her skirt was.