She must've felt it. "Doyou WANT to have another accident?" I looked at her mortified, butdidn't answer. "Go, go, go quick and get the panties."I back...d away from her, and started to pull off the sweater."What are you doing?" she asked incredulously."I'm gonna get the panties." I whispered."Then why are you getting undressed?" I can't walk all the way downstairs dressed like this! Someone mightsee me!" Let me lay this out for you. Two weeks ago you were dressed like agirl, and not just any girl. We used to live just a few kilometers away from the college.Since my father was posted in a Gulf country for the past one and a half years, we both used to stay alone. My mom used to do yoga and running to stay fit, which used to give a glow on her face. She had a good figure and assets for a woman of her age. I was bought up in a broad-minded family. So I never felt bad when I used to see my mom chatting or talking to men around her. She used to wear mostly sarees in college, but at home, she. "I leaned back and took a deep breath, then looked at Tami beside me. "I didn't realize that talking was such hard work."Tami gave me a quick grin and went back to her laptop.I looked back down on the field. "The Rebels out of their huddle. Mike Reed in the worry seat again. He takes the snap. Luke Hastings wide open, and a beautiful bomb right into his arms. Hastings on the ten. He shakes a defender, and another, he spins, and he's across! Touchdown, Rebels!" I shouted. "Hastings really. He ran his hands over her shoulders, kneading away the tension he found there. Then he ran his hands in little orbits down either side of her back. Occasionally, his hands would turn outward so his fingers would roam over her ribs at the side, and she could tell his fingertips were just reaching around to the sides of her breasts. She wickedly imagined how those lubricated fingers might reach right around to rub her hardening nipples. His attention continued downwards, down to the small of her.