‘I don’t get it.’ ‘Can’t you see her panty lines, like through her pants?’ ‘I…no?’ Reema said, genuinely confused. ‘That’s a ...ig no-no, Reem. It looks really embarrassing and gross.’ The brown girl watched as the frumpy lady put away her garbage and exited the food court. Cassie continued. ‘With most kinds of jeans, you just have to… well, it’s the respectable thing to wear a thong and avoid that kind of disaster. A good pair of pants shouldn’t be ruined by old granny panties.’ Reema sat. She tossed a Michael Kors "Skorpio" satchel handbag into the car, not caring if she scuffed either the bag or the car's upholstery. "Back soon, darling" she called to Norman before peering momentarily over seasonally unnecessary sunglasses at Freddie and sliding into the car in a movement that seemed like she was pouring her legs into the foot well.A spatter of gravel hit the wall of the Hall as she sped off. Freddie winced at the clunk as she crossed the cattle grid. Ferraris weren't designed. Ab larki tuo nahin keh saktay kionkeh ab main kanwara nahin tha per phir bhi larki lag raha tha. Main nay aik gum nikal ker munh main dal li gum buat achi thi aur mera munh aik dam baraf ki tarah thanda ho gaya, main thanday thanday sanse lenay laga aur bed per baith gaya. Uncle naha ker bathroom say bahir aay tuo unhoon nay T-shirt aur pant pehni hue thi aur un ki pant agay say zip wali jagah say kati hue thi aur kafi bara sorakh tha Jis main say un ka lun saaf nazar aa raha tha woh meray pass. This was definitely bigger than the handle of her hair comb . Every penetration seemed to be building on the previously constructed tower of excitement, taking her to new heights she thought were not possible without reaching orgasm. Her moans were getting louder now. Chris was grunting silently in sync with her melodious fuck.“Eli”, shouted Chris in between soft groans, ”if this is the torture game... If this is the torture game... I am ready to surrender.”Jessie was barely paying attention to.