We spoke in passing once and he introduced himself as Kamal. He seemed like a nice guy just not very interested in me, so I thought. Kamal was a big g...uy and maybe he was just shy or something. I said, “good morning” and proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading the last load into the washer, Kamal tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around Kamal was standing there holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch and noticed his manhood trying. Mail me if u want (). Now start the story. Ye baat abhi do mahine purani he. Me sakshi ko apne ghar par chod raha the to mujhe uski gaand marne ka man kiya. Mene usse puchha ki shakshi ek baar piche se le lo. Wo boli nahi mujhe ganda lagta he. Mene kaha ki isme gandi wali kya baat he boli mujhe bahut dard bhi hoga. Me bola thoda to hoga lekin baad me maja bhi bahut ayega. Phir thodi na nukur ke baad wo darte hue maan gayi. Mene usse pahle kutti ki tarah khada kiya or uske pichhe aa gaya. Mene. ” I walk back to the bedroom and pick up some jeans and the torn shirt from last night. 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 emotional 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. "Call you later, buddy!" She waved as she pulled out of the driveway.She waited until Malcolm was inside before she drove away.Malcolm turned the TV on and got a glass of water, tired fromskateboarding all day. He sat down on the couch and laid back to watchsome cartoons. Just then, the doorbell rang! He shot up, startled,spilling the water he was just about to take a sip from all over hisshirt and his pants. He was soaked all the way through. Still, anxiousto see who was at the door, he.