" Why not replace some of those panties you have. They look like the same Grandma wears." They do not," protested Lani looking offended although she w...sn't. Well, maybe just a little. "It's just that they're more comfortable than some of the other styles. I wouldn't be caught dead in thongs." Who else is going to know except Dad?" Heather countered. "That's what I'm going to buy. I already have enough bikini briefs." Well, they look sexy but I hear they're really uncomfortable and I don't go in. Chod mujhko…. Saale…. Daal Lund ko andar tak…. Laga dum Lund ka….fuck me hard,” she muttered.My Lund was wonderful within her, rock hard and burning hot; she could feel it throb and pulsate inside her Choot. She wound her legs about my back and swung her hips in a hard circle, mashing her own Choot-flesh with my pestle. She gasped at my thick Lund rasped over her inflamed Choot-Dana. I grunted in delight.“Ohhhhh baby yes … ” I grunted.I levered her thighs wider and her legs unwound, her feet. " Yeah, but you don't know how rare you are. Thanks for being who you are. Thanks also for trusting me."Her eyebrows rose."Explain." Well, many moms would positively blanche over the thought of their boyfriend out and out exposing him self to their daughters." I'm not one of them." I know. I mean, you trust me to keep the game contained to - well, for lack of a better term - acceptable limits."We both laughed at that."Can you imagine," I said, "what most people would say if they heard us. And Rache still has a thing for you.”“She still on that? She’s still pushing your buttons.”“I know. Rache the Bache.”“You think I’m with those women to spite you? And not that I happened to bump into these incredible women at eighteen, and for some reason, they stuck around? Are you that much of a paranoid narcissist?”“Fuck you.”“No fuck you, Eddie.”“Shawn.”“What about her?”“You love her?”“Of course I love her.”“I love her too.”“I know.”“Why couldn’t you have let at least her be mine.”“Jesus.