“Your caught man, you might as well just tell the truth”Carl knew he wasn’t going to bullshit his way out of this one so he quickly thought of a...lame excuse.Well. I was erm…..this girl who I was seeing, she erm……she had a pink thong which I liked and erm…..her pussy smelt so sweet, like an enchanting potion. And erm….I saw this pink thong in the washing pile….it smelt the same as this girls, I tried to stop my self from taking it but I couldn’t. and it ended up in with my stash. Carl told the. She picked out a nice off the shoulder black mini dress, which was tight around her bottom and loose around her breasts. She also pulled out some heels and her favourite matching lace bra and panty set.As she stood in front of the mirror, she admired her body. She loved her 38D breasts and years of playing rugby back home had left her with a pretty toned body. She also loved her All Black tattoo on her left breast. She got dressed quickly as she was running late and decided to go commando as it. Mark thought about it — nothing was cooking that he had to supervise for a couple of minutes, so he took a seat across the small table from his dream woman. She extended her hand, ‘I’m Sarah, and I work for UBL across the street.’ ‘I’m Mark, Mark Flore,’ he replied, taking her hand, but just gently holding it between his dry, warm hands. ‘I’m the chef here, sometimes server, and your fervent admirer!’ He said that with a twinkle in his eyes and his generous smile, which revealed dimples in his. “Um, Cordelia you have a bit of fur on your ear,” he said , reaching up and taking it off. He held it up and laughed, “Maybe I’ll give it to John when it’s my turn.” Cordelia couldn’t help but laugh too, “Don’t do it, he would probably pass out.” Becoming serious again she said, “Look, the Bishop wants you to tell the families that services will be held tomorrow.” He looked solemn and older than his twenty-four years. “I hate this part of the hunt.” “Do you want me to do it?” she asked,.