She smiles and takes the jeans and places them in the washer. She looks at the shirt and and says “Sorry about the shirt. I just got a little emotio...nal and ripped it off of you. I don’t think this needs to be washed it needs to be thrown away.” My phone rings and I answer it. It is my friend Kenny telling me he is back from vacation and I can bring his horses back. “Kenny I am sort of busy right now I might be able to bring them back later today I will call you and let you know.” Kenny is. She peeled off her panties real slow as I watched. Her pussy was bushy but trimmed. She kept a tiny patch of pubes that made her pussy look hot. I wanted to bury my face in it. She saw me lick my lips and opened her pussy lips for me. I stroked my cock slowly as she chuckled.Me: Take off that tank top but leave the flannel shirt on baby.Mallika: Fuck, you’re naughty. I love it.She took off her tank top off camera and came back into frame. She had on nothing but the flannel shirt. Her skin. ”“So, your hungry?” she asked.“Not really, was just going to do it out of habit.” I replied. I could smell her perfume coming from her car as I knelt there, the fragrance so soft yet demanding of attention. She was indeed a beautiful woman, and here she was giving me another chance that I had better not miss. “But how about ice cream?” ‘That a woman ought to enjoy,’ I thought.“Your cute, get in,” she said through a smile.Hell, why not. I opened the door to her car in climbed in, my head. She chides me not to be late and tellsme how stressed she is. Pierre Satyr will be there. Its so important forher. And the fact that I know him. She tells me to look sharp...to tells meof a dress I should wear...other things, personal things...intimate. Shetells me I need to get laid. And she says it vulgarly, explicitly in away only a woman could joke to another woman. Focus. It's that man she spoke of. He's why I need to go. That PierreSatyr. It was his voice that called me. She.