En lieu et place d'un bout de ficelle, c'est le haut de la raie de ses fesses qui ?tait maintenant visible. Et pour peu qu'on se penche l?g?rement, il...?tait manifeste qu'elle ne portait pas de culotte ?.? Euh, je ne suis pas sur. C'est m?me encore pire ?.? Je ne vois pas comment faire...ou alors...non c'est idiot. Tu vas trouver ?a stupide ?.? Si tu as une solution, n'h?sites pas, on a pas trop le choix. ?? Que portes-tu en sous-v?tements ? ?? Hein ? Et bien, j'ai un slip en lycra..enfin normal. The song was a slow reggae like ballad. Carol held herself tight against him and gently put his face in her hands. John caressed her back and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. The were dancing and grinding against each other. Carol whispered to John and he smiled. As the dance ended, they kissed and held each other. After the dance I asked Carol what she had whispered to John. She answered, "I have such hot memories of you fucking me." From a nearby table Brian came over to us. Their farewell had been the last time Helen was conscious. Joanna had stayed and was with George and the kids when Helen died the following day. That kind of bond doesn't break easily.Hannah was happy with the invitation and if she suspected George had a hand in it, it didn't worry her but rather made her appreciate him even more - if that was possible. The kids were over the moon seeing her again and looked up to her like a much older sister. The evening was pleasant and Hannah was happier. Karen" he said. A look of sheer fright struck Karen's face. "That's right you tranny. Once I saw what you get up to, I did a little digging on the internet and found some very fascinating little things about Karen the Tranny slut. Well bitch, you're mine now unless you want these pictures leaking to the whole company, your family, and the whole fucking internet." Neil laughed right in Karen's face. "Come over here and take off my pants bitch" he ordered. Karen crawled towards Neil and slowly.