Her phone chirped.On my way...He better know what's up. Try and brush me off and I'll really get mad, she thought. She grabbed her car keys and hauled... ass to the parking lot. She wasn’t even sure why she suggested the place, of all places, but it was obvious she hadn’t been thinking clearly when she sent the text. It didn’t matter where they met anyway. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to say.*Slipping too far off the hood, Miles presses his hands onto her stomach and slides her back up,. " God, I love boots. I was now hot. I was concerned because I did nothave a gaff on. I was sure my excitement showed some, despite sometight panties. "For you, young man, I suggest these red shoes or these boots over here,which are caf? high, but go with the pants really well."We had shoes, wigs, corsets, oh, and I had on some thick leggingscovering any leg hair. The clerk looked at us both. I asked him, whowas hotter. He would not choose. He suggested some basic make up, andasked us if. No, Dave Roberts was stud of a man, who stood tall and didn't let anyonefuck with him. He rejected all of this as some drug inducedhallucination. "I'm gonna sue that motherfucker when this over." Davesaid to that other person in the mirror. Dave stomped into the bedroom and saw the button, sitting thereharmlessly on the dresser where he left it. "That shit ain't real, thisain't real," he announced quite loudly to the room. The room ignoredhim. He went over to the bed and flipped on the. . you know what this Jignesh saheb did just now ... I thought I died...” and she proceeded to narrate the entire incident, looking at me with mock anger once in a while.I stood there grinning.On hearing what had happened, Rani clasped her hand to her mouth, and broke out giggling. She looked at me shyly, and still giggling, shaking her head in mock admonition, went back to washing the clothes.I grinned naughtily at Pushpa once again, and went back into my room.I changed into a pair of shorts.