Charlotte asian was standing in front of the closet staring in. “They took our clothes,” she said angrily. Then she held up something and said, “Do they really expect us to wear these?” “Wear something else,” I said from the bed without really looking at what she was holding. “There is no something else!” Charlotte sputtered. “All our other clothes are gone. And there aren’t any shoes.” She looked at me and said, “And you’ve got the same outfit... more or less.” That got my attention. I jumped out japanese of bed to join her at the closet. It was as bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard except for two identical– almost– cheerleader outfits. They looked like something out of the 1960's with short pleated skirts and a sweater top. One had a white skirt with a white top. Emblazoned across that top was the face and flag of the New England Patriots. The other had a dark blue top with a gold skirt. The giant horned LA Ram was on the sweater. “Well,” I said glumly, “at least you can tell who’s is who’s.“Including the tights,” Charlotte said, holding up two thick pairs of panties. Mine was gold and someone had recreated the LA Ram facing forward so that its horns would be on my hips. The eyes of the ram faced forward just at my pubic bone. It looked like its mouth would be right over the slit between my legs. I would know for sure when I put them on. Charlotte slipped her’s on. Her’s were white with the patriot’s hat right along the top edge. His eyes were staring straight out from the top of her slight camel toe. His long chin disappeared between her legs. Pulling out, he fell over onto his back beside her as she started giggling. Let me tell you about myself I am 38 yrs old now and this is my fondest memory about my early sex life. She said they all knew about him anyway so they’d probably want asian to get a closeup look at the handsome young man she was fucking. When she started he said, “Be still or else,” and to add emphasis to his words he squeezed her tight. I should pity her, turned by an implant into a monster, but it would be difficult enough forgiving someone who merely hurt me. I can have no sympathy for someone who claims she harmed Gara. When she spoke, her voice was trembling. With lust still in her eyes, she turned to face japanese me. Any objections?” Mr. Jaxson proposed. She couldn’t say a word. Sophia huffed, “There are two traitors close to freeing Belind. I walk slowly down the hall wondering what you are going to do to me for spying on you. He grinned. She did everything but have overt sex with them on the dance floor.