Cath looked in the mirror and said, “I need a bra with this dress.”I replied, “Probably, but don’t get shy now, you’ll need to get more drin...s and I want to watch the reaction at the bar, now that I know what is going on. I think I’m a bit jealous, I wish I had the guts to stand up amongst all those gorgeous Fijians with no knickers.”I picked up the blue panties and inserted a panty liner into them, then reached up under her dress and tucked them into her waist.“What are you doing?” Cath asked. . let's see some ID."Shit ... I'm thirteen ... the only ID I have is my library card. It's what I have ... it's what he got. I get muscled to the floor and he grabs Grannie ... by the boob ... just as the Chief of Police walks in the door."Haversham, what do you think you're doing?" asked the Chief."Searching a suspect." That's no suspect ... that's the Clinton County Prosecuting Attorney's mother ... and his son." We're not in Clinton County and we caught her red handed." Caught her doing. This summer after I had finished my exams and celebrated my sixteenth birthday, my friends and I had organised a night out and I was planning on getting a little tipsy only, I ended up three shades to the wind. I knew that my mother would do her nut in if she found out and so the only person I could call to pick me up was Uncle Ian. He had bailed me out a few times before and I had woken up more than once in his spare room with a raging hangover.The morning after the party was no different,. I scold them mildly as they take their clothes off in the entry hall, and then we can greet each other in the proper way with hugs, squeezes, kisses, and fondles.Sonia and Henri – my God, they are beautiful! Henri towers over me, tall, handsome, gentle, classy, well bred and well spoken, with massive hanging balls and a long thick cock that makes the myth of a black man’s endowment seem like an understatement. His skin is the darkest black I’ve ever seen on anyone, yet it has rich undertones.