She normally wears premium panties which are made of thin material. If it was a normal panty then one can see her panty line on her leggings.I must sa... I became a slave of her pic and more specifically her leggings. You would say what’s inside matters. When you fuck you will just remove everything. But just imagine to make her bend on the table, raise her top and pull her leggings a little down. Then fuck her from behind.Her pussy juices start dripping in her leggings. She is trying to widen. But like everything he does, I take it with a grain of salt. His voice is cold, repressed anger, ‘Raiqah Muhammad Hussein. So nice of you to call your father after a month.’ So it’s going to be one of those conversations. I settle in for the inevitable fight, guards up. ‘I’m sorry, Dad. I was—’ ‘Using the money I gave you for your education to frolic around Europe,’ he interrupts harshly, ‘Yes, I know what you’re doing, girl.’ I don’t say that the money he gave me went to last semester’s. So I left my bedroom at precisely 11.00pm and walked past my parents room to make sure that they were asleep and continued walking up the stairs until I made it in to my sisters room.I watched her bare sculpted chest steadily rise and fall. Her comforter only blanketed half of her, barely covering her naked tits. She was in the buff, I realized. But that was the way she'd always slept at night, even when we were children. Still, it made me feel better knowing that she was already stripped. It. The memories of yesterday came flooding back to me. Sam's(typical) asinine behavior, Darla's cruel joke, and Fred's, what aboutFred? I found myself wishing that I'd gotten his phone number as well. Iwasn't too shy about calling him up and finding out just what in hell wasgoing on. I'd have to get what information I could from Darla.I went upstairs and showered up. The worries of last night began to fadeslightly. I wondered how long Mom and Aunt Mel were going to sleep. Ibecame annoyed with.