The red material spread slowly apart, revealing first her naked back glistening in the flashing lights and then the top half of her ass encased in her... see-through, red lacy panties.I looked at the faces of the men surrounding her; their eyes glued to my wife's backside.The music changed and Anita's dance partner spun her round so that she was now facing me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and her hair wet as she ground her firm butt back into the black guy's crotch.The black man had a grin. “What do you know about school?” Béla wanted to know.“You have to go there and get eddy…” Lisa frowned, frustrated about not remembering the word. ‘I should know this!’ the childish thought thundered through the room.‘Education, darling’ her mother thought back at her.“Edge…”Edge-you-cach-un.“Edge-you-cach-un. Education!” Lisa said proudly“Good! Do you know what that is?” Béla asked. Lisa shook her head. ‘Not a clue, Mom!’‘Where did you learn… Never mind! God! I have a two-year-old. Phir mere room mein knock kia kuch der baad tab mai unki bra ko apne lund par ragar raha tha to maine turant towel pehna aur darwaza khola to dekha ki wo nighty mein hai aur kaha kit era under wear de na mujhe kaam hai. To maine kaha ki kaam ache se karna masi. To wo hasne lagi aur mera underwear lekar chali gayi.Kuch din aise beet gaye aura b mai har roz kam se kam din me do baar unse unki innerwear mangta aur wo utar ke de deti aur wo raat ko mera mere room se le jaati. Kavi kavi to wo kahi. They screamed at each other, like she was a toy to beplayed with. The girl herself seemed like she wasn't sure whether toflee or throw both into the surf head first.It was perfect, just the drama she needed for a little warping ofreality. And the pooka knew just what to do.Her staff, a freely given branch of a willow tree at a crossroad, soakedin moonlight and carved with runes and symbols of the old country,appeared in her hand. The tapestry of reality was at her fingertips,and her glamour.