She was silent for a moment. The she spoke: “Beta, Sheela should not have been so direct in her speech. Beta, you are my life. I will not do anythin... unless approved by you. Dont worry I am not thinking of marriage unless you approve of the same.” I hugged her.Days passed by and I was got busy in my studies.One evening mom asked to get dressed quickly as we had to go to Sheela Aunty’s house for a small get together to celebrate aunty’s and uncle’s 15th anniversary. We went to the party and I. And I had to take care not to bang my balls into the trunk. To make matters worse, it was a pine tree so I got sticky sap on my legs, arms and stomach. But I managed to get my clothes and climb down. I sat on the ground to take off my boots so I could get my pants on. The sharp needles pricked my ass. I put on my underwear, and could feel bits of needles in them, so I had to pull them down again, brush off my ass, and shake the debris out of the underpants. I got the rest of my clothes on. It was Pooja’s right hand and she had just grabbed my left knee and placed it right next to hers.I thought I was dreaming. I looked to my right and saw my wife was thoroughly involved in the movie. Casually I placed my left hand on my left leg, covering Pooja’s hand. I guess I felt I had to hide her hand from my wife’s view. Pooja immediately took her hand off my leg. I thought “oh shit” Pooja must have thought I grabbed her hand but the next thing I knew, she grabbed my hand, lifted it off my. ..metal? Cold metal. A knifeblade? I feel her work it under the side of my panties and begin to pull.With no effort at all it slices the material. First one side, and thenthe other. I want to cry out because I loved these panties so much. But Iknow better than to question her. While caught up in mourning the loss ofsuch a pretty pair of panties, I was distracted and didn't even think ofwhat might come next.What came next was to feel her hand reach between my legs. To feel herfingers brush over.