Ok” smiled and took all clothes and went.I jumped on my bed and took both panties. I took that panty (White flowered) which was worn by maami in her... native place and smelled it. As it was washed, no aroma of my maami but memories added aroma to that panty and I was rock hard. Started touching the inch inch of inside panty wall and feeling that this has touched my maamis pussy lips.I started playing with elastic. I smelled it, started licking it. I kept one panty in mouth and eating and another. 'A few seconds of silence were followed by some hush sounds.'Sorry, Chrissy. I didn't know.'Was she really?Think about work.Think about work harder.'Ohhh, shit.' Chrissy said.'What's wrong?''He is... He is...''Yes?''He is my neighbor from two house down the street.'I wanted to open my eyes to see who she was. But something held me back.'Oh wow''Chrissy, do you have a crush on him?''No!''Yes, you have.''NO!''You are blushing.''Your nipples getting hard.'They started to whisper so I could hardly. He caresses my bottom over my dress, patting it gently and then starts to slap it, not hard but firmly and assuredly, his palm cupping my cheeks. He alternates his swats, right and left, across the middle down to the top of my thighs, they don’t feel terribly hard, but they increasingly leave a sting and I find myself gasping and squirming with every smack. He pulls up my dress, my panties are nice and tight and my bottom fills them out nicely. I know that when we are through, I will have been. She and Samira sat close together, while Tariq and Asif stood stiffly with warm tea. Asif dressed in a cotton kurta and topee, while Tariq was arranged in a top heavy turban and gold kurta.Asif pushed the FAC idea further, even though it was a social occasion. Tariq was also in the mood for business. He resisted convening the FAC, even though Asif insisted that all Islamic republics supported the ending of violence against Muslims in India.“Islam shall have the last word in all of this. The FAC.