I turned to check that he was still on his feet. He was staring right at my ass. Wait, no, he wasn’t staring at my ass; he was staring at the ladies...�� blue thong that was wedged in my ass! I hadn’t even thought about it when I yanked my jeans down.“Are those panties,” he spat. “Are those fucking ladies fucking panties?” I felt my spine stiffen, and my eye twitched a bit. “Damn right, they are,” I shot back. “Fucking women’s fucking THONG fucking panties!” I squared my stance and looked him. .. '"Well," Kianna continued, "I don't remember much about it, except for all the yelling and confusion when we all had to leave. Uncle Guevara tells me that my mother died trying to get me out of the building we lived in. And it's my fault that she's gone." I don't see how a baby can be blamed for something that happened to its mother," Alana told her."I was two," Kianna said. "I was old enough to know I shouldn't have gone back in. It really was my fault. I remember it all, very well."Alana. It would have been a huge blow to Loghain, both personally and politically. And he would have had much less influence on you suddenly, fewer ways to keep the Orlesians out of Ferelden."I'm curious. Had you decided... ?" He shook his head, his expression conflicted. That jived with the game - it at least implied that he loved Anora, although I couldn't imagine why anyone would love that backstabbing bitch. Here's hoping he lives to see what she's really like. I knew, at some point, I was going. I kept the bathroom door open and dimmed the lights and asked her to unfold the towel from her eyes. I knew my darling will like that setup and she did. She was very happy seeing all this. She came running to me hugged and gave me a strong smooch on my lips.“Thank you Raj, I am very happy and this means a lot to me!” she said. I knelt down and slowly removed her panties with my mouth and gave a gentle smooch on her navel and pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. I held her hand gently.