Main to pagal ho gaya tha…Usne mere tatto ko bhi ache se choosa aur mera land bhi choosa…..Meri to halat kharab thi mazay se wo bhi ache se choos ...raha tha… Usne pucha maza aaya maine kaha haan….Maine kaha ab ghusao fir usne land ghusaya….. Wahh… Andar jaane ka ek ek pal baut he acha tha…. Uska land meri gand ko faila raha tha… Aur mera land to bas maal nikalne he wala tha….Fir uska kaala land ache se chala gaya… Maza se mere muh se aah aah nikal rahi thi… Maine dusre ka land mazay mein ache se. “I’m asking you not my father.” All of a sudden my words sank in andher big blue eyes flashed. “Don’t accuse the Webster’s of being racist.I notice you always flirt with the black girls, but never me.” “You’re the boss,” I saw her drink another glass of eggnog.What glass was she on? “Could lose my job for flirting.” “And I’m not worth losing a $4.50/hour job?” She held a sprig ofmistletoe over my head. I. ‘Why did you bring that up?’ I asked, my voice catching in my throat. Unwanted memories flooded in. Kelly, my best friend from the time I was 10, had ended our relationship abruptly when we were 22, two years before I met Robbie. She and I had been out with a group of friends that night, dancing and drinking. I was a different girl then. Kelly and I would go shopping and I had the latest and best designer clothes on my figure at all times. She would do my hair, coaxing waves out of it, causing. Going upstairs I fixed myself a nice warm bath and let it fill and headed to pick out a costume for tonight. I decided to do an elderly lady who seduces a young lover into sex, I picked a dark blue conservative but sheer skirt and an off white- long sleeved silk top which is also sheer.I took out some highly erotic undergarments (according to Ricky); they are red satiny bra and panties. The bra has a half-cup and soft to allow my nipple to get rock hard and show it. As for the panties they are.