Every night, like my poor fellow addicted kinsmen, I could be found at my computer gleaning through new stories. We are constantly searching for that ...ew "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of many disappointing nights.An idea for a new story came to mind and I thought 'If others can try their hand at writing, why not me.' I knew the stereotypes and old plotlines, so sitting down decided to open myself up and let my story out.First I would need an outline, get. "I don't see any, um, foundation garments in your stuff. Didn't you bring any?" he asked timidly.Elaina shrugged. "Only the gentry wore 'small clothes' when I was growing up, and I never liked brassieres. So I don't have any." None?" he asked incredulously."Nope," she answered sardonically."You mean, right now, you don't have any panties on?" he asked with wide eyes."I never have any panties on. I don't own any." She began to catch on that this was arousing him. "You can't tell me that after. Ab hum dono raat raat bhar baat krne lge, pr mghe to chudai hi krni t. Baaton baaton me pata chala ki piche school me uska bf tha and wo usse chud b chuki h. Pehle to mai thoda niraash hua pr socha achaa h chudi hui nikli, chod k chodne k baad dikkat ni hogi.Phr ab baat ayi kamre ki, kaha le jaun isse, bht koshish krne k baad ek kamre ka jugaad hua. Mai waha pehle pahuch gya and kamre ki tasalli krli, kahin kch gadbad to ni h. Sb kch dekh lene k baad maine usse phone krke bula lia, wo 1 ghante. We took off running and two rows over; we were able to catch a full grown woman who was struggling to get free from Mandy. The girls were nowhere to be seen, but I suspected we had their mother. It took Jacob and Roy a moment to subdue her so Jacob placed his cuffs on her.This did not shut her mouth, and curses were rolling out of it as well as threats. Mandy picked up a rag as she stood up and after shaking herself off, she walked up to the woman and grabbed the front of her shirt saying, "If.