We have no need to go back to the lodge. We can even stay thenight at a hotel if we like. And because we are both curious we decide to meet this perso....We have tea in a lovely garden. We talk again about the note. I think that the note is written by a female person. You don’t agree. It becomes almost a game for us. We are talking about some possibilities and we tell each other our wishes. You have a fantasy about the young waiter who was working in the back of the restaurant when we came in. I. They turned in early, Dorjee reminding him that they would have to be up before the sun. Dean often didn’t rise until about noon but figured there was no sense arguing with the tough looking little guy. He tossed and turned on the bed for about an hour. Visions of Sanguru’s naked little body were floating through his brain, hardening his cock. He had just reached inside his briefs to stroke it when he heard the floor creak. He looked up to see Sanguru standing by his bed. Her long black hair. The way they touched her. The way they pressed their hard mounds into her. She got so hot by it all.It hadn't always been that way. Back then, she had been fine with fantasy play, but had always resisted doing anything for real. Then, after years of hearing Mike beg and plead, she finally agreed to go to a bar, and let a guy pick her up.She remembered being so nervous that first time. She had agreed to make out with a guy, and let him touch her a little. But she had only half heartedly agreed. One day, I went into my dresser for some underwear, and all I could findwas ...Panties.Women's panties.Now, if I lived in a frat house or a dorm room on campus, I would havepassed it off as a joke. Sort of a reverse panty raid.But as I said, I lived alone, and no one could have snuck into my bedroomovernight.I wondered what to do for a bit, then decided that since going commandoreally wasn't my style, I might as well wear the panties.They felt rather nice, and the soft material almost felt.