No one else around, match not long started, so safe to have a rummage!The first pile I peeked at had a nice pair of panties but wrapped inside a pair ...f tights. I was hoping for a nice pair of panties to snlff and most likely cum into. I did have a sniff and another they were lovely , lovely womanly scent. I wondered which of the girls worn these. No way to know. Then to the other pile. Better, a nice pair of cream color lacy edge panties. O tights to disentangle . Sniffed again, a nice scent. Many of them, both black and white, have bought into that dangerous self-serving mythology. I’ve run into enough bigoted Canadians to know that’s not true. Another thing. Around here, bigots seem to run in pairs. I’ve lost count of how many times I sat on the bus, reading my magazine Black Enterprise, only to hear some nasty comments being whispered by a white couple sitting nearby. Yeah, racists seem to travel in pairs here, especially in Ottawa. They’re always stunned when I confront them.. I said, “Not you again, STOP & LISTEN” WEUSALL froze them in their tracks. It was all I could do not to start laughing, as all three looked like they were going to shit themselves.“I’ll take those” I said as I pointed to the guns. And gestured to the small table on the porch. WEUSALL floated the guns to the table. I had to smile as all three had wet spots on the front of their pants running down their legs, even leather pants.“It is not smart to threaten someone whom is more powerful than you. Lewdly beat at his ear-drums, drowned out only by the lascivious pleas of Carol's whimpering cries!He stumbled into the room, Queenie watching him alertly, her own animal-eyes torn between her master and the sight of what was happening on the bed, her keen nostrils sensitively flaring at the ruttish scent filling the air. Mark sensed Queenie's reluctance to lead him further and he dropped her leash, well remembering the arrangement of the bed as he moved toward it. Christ, he had to see it with.