Kiaya, the type of girl I've always dreamed about. She was slightly taller than me at 5'7, with the body of a goddess. I couldn't take my eyes off her... face, with her deep brown eyes and devil-red lips. Her complexion was light mocha, whether it was natural or make up, I couldn't have cared less. Her hair was chopped, reasonably short and with a drastic fringe, which I presumed had been cut in the shop, but it just made her look so sexy and wild. I couldn't believe my luck, when those luscious. If he found some of her dirty panties he was thinking of having a wank in to them. The floor was clear. He walked down to his Mom’s room. Maybe he'd find a pair of her panties, but again he found nothing. Sam went to the kitchen maybe the laundry basket was there. He found the basket and on top was a note from his Mom, “Please put this in the machine when you get up I'm giving Jo a lift in to town see you this evening”. At the bottom of the note Jo had scribbled “Try the red ones - back before. " Thank you, do you want to have coffee here or in the sitting room?" Here, I'm inpatient, now tell me what happened." I told you last night." You gave a brief summary, not the full story." Let me get the coffee first." Don't wait for that to start bubbling, start now, from the beginning,what were you wearing your little black dress or the red one."The percolator started issuing its Columbian finest so I started layingout the cups, "Neither, I wore my black skirt, the full circle one and atulle. Luke quickly jumped up on the side of the truck, sliding into the cab through the broken passenger’s window. Blood was all over the man’s white T-shirt. Luke didn’t exactly breath a sigh of relief when he heard sirens in the background, but as uncomfortable as he was in the burning vehicle he was thankful the sound was getting closer. Gradually the blaring noise overpowered the sounds of the raging fire, he knew help would be here any moment, but there wasn’t any time to waste. As he tried to.