Her hamper full of dirty panties of all k**s. They weren't dirty but had some pussy juice stains on them which was sweet. I moved around a few of them...to see the styles and materials but that was all. I got so turned on I jerked off watching them in the hamper. I didn't smell them or play with them, just looked. Later that day I had to go again but this time it was more. I smelled them all and rubbed my dick with them. I got so turned on I came again in the toilet. The next day I went over. One morning, not long ago, Sandy was in a peculiar mood, "How are you feeling this morning?" I asked, taking my usual seat at the corner of the counter.She giggled, "Horny! But then what else is new? I'm always horny in the morning. But for some reason today I feel hornier than ever!"I was a bit surprised at what she said, but the truth of the matter was that I'd been thinking about Sandy quite a lot lately. I wondered if her bush was as red as the copper-red colored curls that framed her. After a minute or two, he too orgasms & collapses on her. She then quietly removes his finger from her vagina (he wasn’t fingering her, rather feeling her hot & fluid vaginal walls) & calmly reminds him to not do that again, as she fears that it may tear her hymen. Arnab too pleased & content, nods his head subconsciously, in affirmative.This continues for the next few years in college, with increasing in frequency, as all in their college had by now, came to know about their relationship, &. With one hand, she closed her laptop and put it on the floor beside her. She no longer needed the story; her imagination had come up with its own.Her attention was now on her nipples, she lifted her shirt and bent her head down, with her tongue sticking out. She attempted to please her left nipple as the guy did to his best friend in the story, but her A-cups were too small to reach her mouth, unfortunately. So instead, she pinched both of them gently when all of a sudden, her body tensed up.