My panties were a total loss, so thoroughly soaked as to be beyond salvaging. I threw them into the trash. I buried them as deep as I could in hopes t...at no one would ever notice them. Only afterwards did I think about what this would mean. What was it I had used to think about girls like that? That only skanks and tramps went around without any underwear. Especially in a skirt like this. I wondered, was this really me? Or had the idea to ditch my underwear come from a less savory source?. .I will take a doubled length of sewing thread and run it behind your neck,tying the ends to your piercings so that your breasts stand up and out like you have an invisible half cup bra on.We will put a crisp starched white blouse on you and we will stroll out for a walk in the autumn afternoon.Neighbours who know us will think that you look a bit perkier than usual,maybe walking a bit taller....They won't quite know what they are seeing.Your nipples are already feeling quite tender from. Raju ettan spent some 2 months there and then left for his Army job, leaving his wife alone there. I always got along with chechi, as she used to ask me to buy her things from the market like sugar, flour etc.She was on the plumper side with heavy boobs and butts. I loved sexy aunties and was longing to feel her warmth. She used to wash clothes in the backyard and me in the pretext of talking would lure her milky thighs and heavy milk pots.One day Raju ettan called for her and asked me to call. “Fuck, baby…” she moaned, lust raging in her green eyes.“What?” I replied with a grin, squeezing even harder.“Oh my God!” she cried out, choking as she lunged her body towards mine.I roughly pushed her back before rolling on top of her. Like a good girl (or bad girl, maybe?) she opened her legs for me and then locked her heels around my waist as I pulled my cock from my shorts. Luckily she was only wearing panties and a tank top so that made penetration a lot easier than trying to fight through.