"Melanie shrugged back, judging as she often did. "She is a butch dyke." Melanie!" I responded, astonished."Just saying," she said and kissed me on th... cheek. Then she was gone.I got ready myself for the formal dance. I wore a glamorous red dress with tan pantyhose and red heels. It was rare I got to dress up since my husband had passed, so when the opportunity arose I liked to really go all out. Unfortunately, I got a pretty big run in my pantyhose and realized I had no more. Rummaging my. I asked him, “Do you find it fine now?”Kishore: “Anni, lot better now after applying oil and blowing air.”Me: Are you comfortable to do the scene one more time? This time you don’t need to wear a boxer. Do without boxer as I am wearing a panty. If you feel still it is painful, we can do it some other day. I don’t want you to get physically hurt.”Kishore: Anni that is fine, I am ready now. As I am not going to wear a boxer, I think it will be fine with me.Me: Ok get into the blanket and go for. That tunnel was so intermediating that I wanted to look underneath it, but I controlled. I poured oil on her thighs and with a little pressure, I massaged till her panties.She: Mmmmmm hhhhhmmm. You are so good. Yeahhhhh.I went till her panty-lining and came back. Whenever I went up until her panty line, she locked her ass and I could see it. To arouse her more, I went further inside her tunnel until I touched her panties covering her pussy. It was so warm inside there that I could feel the heat. I don't know how long this is going to last, so we better be prepared for anything." You got it, Jon. I think we can do more damage roving than fighting from a dwelling. I will bring Farley to the office and pick up the pistols as well as the little radios and earphones so we can keep in touch. You can be the point man and let us know which way they are coming in. You watch yourself, Jon. These people are good from what I heard, and you have been out of this type of fighting for a while. Don't.