After I grab a quick bite to eat, I’m at Greg’s in 15. He jumps out his room window (thank god it’s on the first story of his house. He does dumb shit like that). “What’s good bro? What’s the floor plan?” “Were going to the mall to floss up. Probably get some new clothes, chill and wait for the party.” “You taking this party serious. It’s just a small function, desi but aye, I’m with it.” Greg chuckles, punching me in the shoulder. “Yeah, I wanna look fresh, you feel me, my boy.” We head to the mall downtown. That was our teen main chill spot. It had a theater, food court, a bunch of dope, small shops that sold some interesting stuff. Just a cool place, unlike most conventional malls. We get there, and park. Despite it being 10, it was already kinda packed, so we made our way to a few stores that had what I was looking for. Casual and fresh. The first store we hit was Jacksons. They had a bunch of clothes designed by local artist and wanna-be fashion designers. As I’m picking through the racks, Greg is chatting up this cutie by the register. I chuckle as he is trying to get her number. Slyly, he saunters back to me, holding his phone, showing off the latest number in his collection. “Yeah bro, she chill as fuck. She go to Rosemont. Said she was just bored and she was just killing time, so I invited her with us.” “Bruh, with who, I aint indian got gas to be running around the city, making pit-stops everywhere.” “Nah bro, I got you on gas, I just got paid yesterday, and she said she don’t stay but a few blocks from you, down the street from that burger joint. Come on bro, look out for your mans.” “Alright, but you better hit MILF that tonight, cause I don’t like wasted time.” We look around doctor a few more stores. I ended up getting this black and red jacket with some shoes to match, some basic dark jeans and a few shirts from Jacksons. Greg kept it simple with a few sexy plain colored tshirts, and some simple black shoes. Like any good worker, he always appreciated MILF teen getting praise from his boss. Her body, her indian nervous system, was overwhelmed with sexual content. Rekha cursed herself for sexy asking Jaya such a question. Suddenly the teen hunk's legs brought him doctor to a halt just inside the tree line. Only Haynes had any questions. She rubbed her thighs together involuntarily. I peaced it. The break gave me a chance desi to get the blood running to my hands again. Her pussy was throbbing like a beating heart. The barely legal futa stretched out on her back, her tits piling into a pair of lush mounds. I was just watering my dead houseplants on the kitchen window sill when a cry went up from the living room, more beer, more beer. After a moment, Rick moves his hands and grabs Katie’s hands. He took his black, he always had. Oh, he's warm. She raised up and said, “How was that?” There's no way that she'd be able to support them on her own.” Let me ask why, please.” “Eventually.