Reema lacked a mirror to verify if these comments were true, but said thanks anyway. Somewhat jokingly, she asked if it meant she looked ‘fluorescen..., or something’. Cassie started perusing her closet. She rifled through various clothes she was storing on Reema’s behalf. As a result, she had a diverse — and stylish — wardrobe to choose from. The bottom of the closet was lined with twenty pairs of shoes. The top featured skinny jeans and a variety of tiny dresses and short skirts. Reema. Or mujhse shoot kar kitchen me chali gayi or sabaji laa kar mujhe di or kaha jao tum.or kitchen me dish washing karne laggi or main vahiTV wale room me baitha sochta raha ki main to gayia.tabi vo aayi or boli ki tum jao.or main bola ki tumeh ek baar bi feel nahi hua ki main tumse itana pyar karta hu or kaha mujhe ik bhai ke tor par nahi ek jawan ladke ke tor par dekho ye sun ke vo khamosh ho gayi or kitchen me kaam karne laggi.tabi main kitchen me gayia or usko pichhe se hug kar liya.or usko i. I was a bit bewildered all of a sudden not knowing what she was doing. I heard her go into the bedroom but nothing after that. Suddenly, I heard the door to the bedroom open and her footsteps heading back to me. Her voice beat her back into the living room from the hallway, “As for inspiration mister,” she popped back into the room with a flourish, “if this isn’t adequate, maybe I’m making a mistake saying 'I do' to you!” she said with a wicked grin.She had entered the room without a stitch. We entered his parents room which was wallpapered in pink flowers with a cream carpet and curtains that matched. The room was almost filled with a king size bed with built in wardrobes to one side. Robert got down on his knees and reached under the bed and told me to close my eyes, when he said open them I was met by him holding a huge pile of magazines. He had found his dads porn stash!Robert's dad was a long distance lorry driver and quite a few of the mags were from foreign countries. Robert.