"How's it hangin?"God that woman can be annoying. Her voice reminded me of fingernails on a chalk board."It's hanging just fine Vicky, if it is any of...your business. Kit wanted me to drop these off on the way to Tyler." I said as I handed her the package."Well you can't just hand them to me and drive off. Come on in for some coffee."Now I don't like being rude, even with someone as irritating as Vicky. Besides, I wouldn't get to see Pam if I just drove off. "I guess a quick cup would be ok,. I did have a dream – nightmare, actually – about the shooting. I sort of relived the thing in my mind’s eye up to the point that I stepped between the guy with the bat and Jessica, the reach for my waistband, and having nothing. The guy was younger and I’m no martial artist. Me against a baseball bat – poor odds. I reached again in the dream, found the plastic grip of that pistol, in slow motion saw the eyes of Roddy’s friend widen, but I distinctly saw Roddy’s eyes narrow in a look of. Junglee nay didi kiApnay haatho say khela raha tha or junglee ki bati maray pass a kar bhath gaye or mujay kuch honey day diya .didi honey ko chatte kuch honey didi kay mottay mottay breast pay girta or kuch wo khate , didi os junglee kay chest say lag kar bhathi hoe thi , or junglee ki tangay khule hoe didi kay erad gird thi , didi nay junglee ka aik haath pakra or apnay left breast pay rak diya , didi kay breast kuch he dino main or be baray baray lag rahay thay , jo phalhy itnay baray na. Ask again. This time, say please.” “Spank me. Please?” It’s all I can do to get the words out. The need is so strong that I’m trembling. I can feel the wetness soaking into my panties as your gaze travels over my chest, unconsciously licking your lips. You do your best to disguise the hunger, but I can sense it beneath your cool, in command, façade. “Is your pussy wet?” “Yes, Miss,” I manage, heat spreading through my cheeks at the admission and at the feral smile that follows. My heart skips a.