While putting it back in the machine, I saw cake stains on the fabric. My heart began to race faster when I found that it was the same legging that Sw...ti bhabhi was wearing!I pulled out the legging and began to inspect it. Interestingly, the cake stains were in the ass and pussy area of the garment.Without any doubt, I concluded that Mr Patel must had grabbed Swati bhabhi’s ass and pussy when they were in the kitchen. After all, Mr Patel was a rich man. A middle-aged but rich man has his own. Lana recovered for a moment, then stood before Laura. She leaned down and put her hand under Laura's chin, and picked it up. She said, "Get up." Laura stood and Lana wrapped her in a tight embrace and kissed her, their tongues quickly entwining. The kiss lasted only a moment before Lana broke away and said, "Lie down." She led Laura to the bed and positioned her on her back. She then reached down and grabbed Laura's ankles, lifting them upwards towards the ceiling. Pete could see Laura's pussy. Jamal caught a whiff of her perfume as she passed by, the smell of night blooming flowers. He always had to restrain himself from growing a massive erection when she was around. For the next hour they exchanged random conversation here and there. Liza had worked her way over to Jamal, sitting on his desk with her legs crossed as they discussed some local news. Jamal fought to keep his eyes on hers rather than the gleaming silver cross between those marvelous, heaving tits. Her skirt crept. Eventually, he wore me down and I accepted his suggestion to go out back and talk to him through the back fence. I slipped on a pair of my mom’s high-heels, they were very tight, and walked out back. I came around the corner of the back room to see him standing at the back gate of our tall brown wood-picket fence. His thumbs were looped through his belt loops on his jeans and his hands were relaxed, albeit in front of his mature dick.I realized that another man or a dick of any sort hadn’t.