.. give him a chance," Bob said, thinking his friend needed to be defended, "He was just trying to show some respect." Right," Sandy rebutted playfull..., "Like he is now, trying to see between my legs, trying to see if I'm wearing panties." She crossed her legs."Well are you?" Charlie asked."Am I wearing panties?" Sandy snapped, letting her voice rise. "Of course!" She jerked her legs apart, exposing the front of her white cotton panties. "Satisfied?" she asked with a smirk, crossing her legs. I felt tears in my eyes as I squinted face do to the pain. Jerome saw this and put his head next to mine saying to me, “Your doing good, we are half ways there.” Then he positioned his head above and with one slow steady thrust of his hips began his final descent deep inside of me. “OOOOoohohhh!” I screamed as I drove my fingenails into his back.“Ooh Fuck Jeremy, Oh god it hurts.” He slowly pulled half ways out then then back in. I felt every painful movement of his cock exploring my inner. The story starts a few months back when I returned home from two years in hostel. First up I was astonished to see my parents in railway station. My mom had come in a blue saree and looked much more sexy than she was before. One look can tell you about her frequent visits to gym. I tried really hard to hide my erection when she hugged me. My cock throbbed out of my jeans watching her ass sway as she walked. Back home the atmosphere has completely changed. My dad frequently goes for tours and. Shemight be able to assign it to a representative.*"How do I get a divorce, a diffareation?"*Much depends on the rite used.*"Assume it was Red Court."*It might still be Green. Or Hive. It could also be a Gray rite, or oneof many unaligned mootlaw.*"Which court assigns women as chattel in marriage?"*All of them, except the Gray. Any slave-owning society disenfranchisesmost of its citizens.*"No wonder Morgana is Gray." Yara fingered the collar, clearly a slave'scollar. She touched each glyph, not.