She helped out by carefully cleaning each bullet with a piece of her undies that was just perfect for the task. I had to smile thinking that some unlu...cky son of a bitch would be eating my slug wiped clean with Kate’s frilly panties, ending his worthless life with undeniable finality.We went to the hotel eatery ordering steak and mashed potatoes.My Kate took out her little sharp pointed blade and sliced and diced my steak for me. She knew my stamina was on the low side, after the unfortunate. Rather eye catching. The skirt/skort of coursewas fashionably brief, so I could not hike it cover up my midriff. Iwas also wearing some pink flip-flops that made the satisfying sound asI moved.Up top, the big decision always came down to what message I wanted tosend. I love girlie tee shirts and had struggled on what to choose. Ialmost went with my "dance like a girl" tank top, but instead went witha pale pink shirt with a darker pink ring on the collar and cuffs. Onthe chest was the "My. There came a post man with a post cover and standing in front of aunty’s house. He was screaming as post, post, post! Aunty didn’t come out side. So i asked the post man to give the cover to me and i will give her later on.He gave me the cover and went back. I thought of a plan that now only i will go inside and give the letter to her and i don’t want to miss such a great opportunity to see her. I went inside the house, it was so beautiful built house. I searched her every where in the house,. My inquisition began: How long had were they together today' 'Two hours', she replied. Was it all sex? 'Yes', was her answer. Did you enjoy it? 'Of course', she said, with a slight hint of exasperation. 'What were you wearing?' 'What difference can it make?' was her response. 'Just tell me! I demanded, 'I need to know everything.' 'This tank top and a pair of jeans', she responded, now showing a flash of anger. I realized that she was putting on hot outfits not just for me.That she should be.