“I’m sorry Sandi.” “Don’t worry about it, I’m used to it,” she said in a quiet voice. “I know, I know,” Alexis mumbled miserably. �...I wish you would tell me what has you all upset,” Sandi said. “Maybe I could help?” Despite her mood, Alexis smiled. She knew Sandi meant well. Sandi would stand by Alexis and provide support for her on almost anything. Almost. Once again, Alexis took a deep breath and exhaled. “Sandi, you know I lost a good friend.” “No, she lost a good friend. You told me she said. Aur uski gand kay sorakh par thook daldia aur apnay lund ko jokay uskay thook aur mairay mall say bhara hoa tha ahista say uskay sorakh ko chora karkay usmain dalna suro kia uski gand ka surakh bohat hi chotta tha isliyay maira lund andar nahi jaraha tha mainay uska surakh aur chora karkay thora zoor say apnay lund ko undar dhaka dia to mairay lund ka topa uski gand main chala gaya usay bohat dard honay laga main thori dair aisay hi ruka raha aur phir jab uska dard kam hoa to ahista ahista apna. As soon as she'd finished and gone back indoors, I got the magazine out again and re-read the story, this time glancing down at Mrs. Evans underwear and soon my cock was out and in my hand and I was enjoying my first fantasy about my neighbour.It was a couple of days later that I acquired the red satin panties though. I'd watched Mrs. Evans hanging out her washing again and, about ten minutes after she'd gone back indoors, I heard her car start up and, dashing to the front bedroom, saw her car. ” and studied the tip of her cattle prod with some interest, “Calling me Barbie didn’t help you any either.”“You fucking knocked me out!” I chastised, “Get me down from here!” and started squirming.“I will, just as soon as I get a name.” she quipped, and stepped towards me.“Shit!” I cursed, realizing that I was vulnerable to anything she wanted to do. “It was Kathy!” I feigned, making up a random name.“Kathy is it?” she asked, bringing that damn prod to my chin.I turned my head and grimaced,.