Can You Patch The Inner Thigh Of Jeans นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Both men agreed the panties fit me nicely, but they also agreed that I looked far better without them. I reached for my jeans and both men groaned at the same time. I stopped and said, "Grandpa you are the one who said I needed this stuff, so here goes. I stepped into the legs of my new Wrangler jeans and pulled them up to mid-thigh before I had to do the "girl shimmy" which was normal to get them up over my ass. The top of my panties showed above the waist of my pants, so I reached inside and pulled down on them a little so only the elastic waist band of my panties showed. Snake offered to put my belt buckle on my belt, so I stood there with grandpa working on my boots and snake on my belt,

I bet they’d done that on purpose. Fuck it. They’ve got my panties. And it’s not like I have to touch that bit. I tugged the jeans up to my thighs before remembering how tight this dress was. I yanked the skirt up, hoping it would cause the top to move just enough so I could reach the zip...success!

I looked down and groaned. These jeans were comfortable, but they were a terrible choice for me to wear to school. They were a little snug, and they weren't the thickest denim fabric. It was some sort of stretchy fabric that looked like traditional denim. Even though I was not hard, my dick was clearly outlined down the inside of my left thigh. I was in for a long day. "Dang it!" I said it to myself, but it came out of my mouth.

I slap his arm and slip out of the offending piece of material. I go in the closet and pick out a pair of jeans and a top that I hope will somewhat hide the baby bump. The jeans are a no go. The two sides meet in the middle, but don't reach enough for me to button them. Problem is. I can't even use my magic to fix the situation because it's on the fritz. Double damn!

“Because I saw him when we walked out of the living room. He reminded me of someone I knew. But I’ve never seen him in my life. It was a weird feeling.” “Ouch!” He yells. “Sorry!” I quickly say, sliding my hand away from his wrist and against his chest. “It doesn’t look like they injured you anywhere else.” “They did.” He says, looking down and in between his legs. “My left inner thigh. I think they cut it.” “Well…” I sigh and pause. “Slide your pants off. It’s not like your dick hasn’t been inside of me, several times. Let me see that thigh so I can put some antibiotic ointment on it and tend to the wound.”

Emily said. "I know what you can do." She smiled. "You can tell her that you got your period and waited for someone in the bathroom to bring in new tampons." "Mmh. Not bad." I nodded. "Wait, you could have gone to the nurses office for one. Or even buy one from the bathroom." "Your right." I sighed. "You can say your pants ripped and you waited for someone to bring you new ones." I looked down at my light purple zip up sweater that perfectly matches the light blue skinny jeans with my grey boots.

Her hair tumbled over her shoulder as she forced out a smile that made her cringe instantly. She shifted her gaze from the mirror, sauntering to the wardrobe whose door had broken. She pulled out a hoodie and a pair of jean trousers as she removed the cloth she was wearing earlier. She slipped her legs through the trousers, letting out a wince because of how the hard material of her jeans brushed through a wound that was still healing.

Then he yanks his leather belt free from his jeans and orders, "On the bed. Now." I shed my button-down, jockstrap, and briefs in a frenzy, then scramble onto the side of the mattress, sprawling across it. I hook my heels on the edge and spread my thighs for him. He slaps my inner thigh—hard—and I yelp, slamming my trembling legs shut.

My thigh is bleeding, it did tear something. Oh damn it.

"I will buy you a new set first thing, I promise." He gently tore the fabric of the jog bra along the seam lines and then lifted the remaining fabric over my head. "I can repair it," I told him. He instructed me to hold on to his shoulders while he lifted one leg at a time to remove my sneakers. He didn't rip my yoga pants. He gently slid them down one leg at a time. I heard a violent hiss under his breath and when I looked down, I could see why. My legs had changed from a pale white to various shades of purple and yellow.