You see, I can only start off by saying Ive only loved one man in my life, and that man is my daddy. I remember him treating my mother like a queen be...ore she left us. (Bitches never know how to appreciate something good). He brought her flowers every afternoon. Lilies, he always brought her lilies, because they were her favorite, along with chocolate and cards. My daddy treated this bitch, like every day was Valentines Day. He looked at her with so much love in his eyes. I wanted someone to. With that she released the waistband of his boxers with a snap, and that I thought was the end of our plan, but then a few of the girls who where holding his feet shouted, that’s not fair, we didn’t see anything, and the girls started chanting, off, off, off, then Caroline with a smile on her face move forward again, looked at me and said “shall I ?”, I smiled back which I guess she took as my agreement, then with a quick tug the boxers where off, and the girls holding his feet quickly. We have some Vodka and I’m planning to go out later, better get started now.”“Aiaiai mere bigar peeye gi.” (Are you going to drink without me?)Shivani smirked, “Bilkul nahi, aap bhi aajay chai chhod de.” (Of course not, leave the tea and let’s have a drink.)Anyway, we approached the guest room and sat. Shivani brought Vodka and some mixers and she started the rounds. She extended her feet onto the table and my heart suddenly raced faster. The two sofas joined together and as her feet tilted to. She told me that it was thepanties that she had been wearing, and that I shouldgo into the bathroom and put them on, and then comeback and give her my underwear.I told her that I couldn?t imagine how wearing herpanties would relieve my discomfort. But she insistedthat it would. She said that I should at least trythem on, and if I didn?t get instant relief, tosimply put my own underwear back on. So I took herpanties, walked into the men?s restroom and took offmy pants. I started thinking about.