I don't know. You were the one who said he wasn't a young man anymore and you are older than me by a few years, so...

[Feeling his hands on her ass, Angela remembers the first time they met and what happened to her panties in the back of the cab. Since she needs to keep something on under this skirt as they finish up the now forgotten grocery shopping, she reaches behind her and grabs a hold of his hand, shaking her head softly.]

I need these. I can't keep buying new ones.