Instead, I meekly stepped into the slacks. This was a new experience for me. The zipper ran up the back. Fortunately, I'd become so accustomed to my l...ng nails that this presented no challenge to me. The second thing I noticed was that the pants were very tight around the hips. "These don't fit." "Oh yes they do. They're supposed to fit very tightly around your hips and then flair out by your feet. That way they show off your panties." They did. Man, I hadn't worn bell bottoms since the 1970s!. As the wire went deep inside her pussy Mam slightly hissed an aahhh!!! Hearing this Sonu started slowly gyrating that is moving forward and behind and hitting mam’s face with his bulge. Mam removed her face from his crotch and moved it to a side. Meanwhile Hari on pretext of looking into the wire pressed mam’s boobs from sideways. His naked erect dick was now pre cumming on mam’s ass. Hari also started gyrating. Mam’s huge ass was all visible from behind as Hari had pulled the towel completely. A white man prefers to kill with a gun. That way he can do it from a long ways away and never have to see the face of his enemy, or to look into his eyes. A white man will kill for money, love, desire or just to take whatever he wants. An Indian will kill when he has to, to protect his home, family or way of life; but not for sport or profit. Think about these things and remember the wagon ride from Kansas City. Those men came after us for money, and to rob us. If we had given them the money. Not wanting mommy to see in case she?s doing something ?wrong?, she waits for his tongue to retreat, then slowly pulls her head back, making sure to keep her doll-like eyes wide, and her saliva stained lips in a smile, before saying ?And it?s nice to meet you too, Mr. Brian?.Then quickly, with a floppy-wristed bye-bye wave, she turns her crimson face away, the cutest of butts swinging softly from side to side as she escapes into the darkness of the bedroom corridor, her mind desperately hoping.