"HOLY CRAP! I didn't know she looked like that normally under all her armor. OH MY GOD WOW!" thought Dusty in a whirl.Just as he was turning around he... heard a low murmur from the far side of the room.As he looked he saw Rachel enter and she was wearing a brown cocktail dress that was ruffled and ended just above her knees.It was tied tightly back to show off her very nice and trim waist and held together by a large bow from the back that had its laces trailing behind her.She had another small. “aa matram theleeka pothe nuvvem mogadivi ra. Akkada ante pooku lo itchy untundi, ani” kasi ga ani malli mottani egaresanu.“Thodalu thravve muddula chellela (spread your legs my sweet sister)” annaya naaku order ichi naa thodalloki vochadu. Nenu annayyane choostunnanu. Indaka nenu ichina blow job ki reciprocate chesthoo naa puvvu ni noti tho denga daniki ready ayyadu.Naa thodalloki vochina annayya modata naa merustunna thodalanu muddu petti, ventane naa pubic region antha naka sagadu.. Each stumble brought only more hilarity, adding to their increasing inability to remain upright.Fortunately they managed to reach the door. After several minutes of fruitlessly searching through Missy's purse for the key, Pam turned the doorknob. Unlocked, the door opened and they made it inside, closing the door by leaning back on it together. They took deep breaths, steeling themselves for the final rush. Finally ready, arms around each others' waist, they pushed off and headed for the. "... And, please don't come back!"The gun she held in her hand, suddenly became a symbol of pain, and Dottie Scott knew, on the instant, that she could never go through with it. God! I might just wound myself... botch up the job! She shuddered, arose, quickly, and put the gun back into its accustomed place.What was she to do, then, with her life? She had passed by the morbid moment in which she had contemplated suicide. If she could not die... she must live, but living in this house, with her.