I own a Beauty Salon. Cheryl's Beauty Salon. Not a very distinctive namebut a name which tells it like it is. I make people beautiful. Women, and Irea...ly shouldn't say, ssssshh, sometimes men. It is all I have ever wantedto do with my life. From sitting at my mother's side as she did her hair orput on her makeup, I have been fascinated with beauty, especially femalebeauty. Oh, the consummate joy, the first time mother took me to her beautysalon and allowed me to start into the rituals and. She rested her head on my shoulder and said she was feeling alone here as all her friends came here with their boyfriends.She recently had a break up so she came here alone. I said we have same reasons to visit Goa to which she smiled and gripped my waist tighter. I also hugged her and wrapped her in my arms. Goa is a place for fun but it gets doubled when you are a couple. I said she is looking very pretty and I liked her eyes her curly hair and the way she is dressed. She blushed and hid her. I had no idea what she was talking about and it was obvious.She went on to explain that a girl needed an orgasm as much as a man and before I knew it she had talked about a clitoris and labia and erect nipples and I was lost. I was also incredibly erect. I doubt that she could see the bulge because of the table between us but then she asked the ultimate question. Did I want my girlfriend to craze for me.As soon as I mumbled yes, of course, she stood up and took my hand before leading me to a. It was at that moment that my life long quest for dirty panties started! The next day I went over to my friends house and while he was in the bathroom, snuck into his sister's room and grabbed two pairs of her panties and stuffed them into my pocket. When he came out, I was so excited that I faked a tummy ache and went home to inspect my treasure! I got home, went to my room and examined her dirty cotton panties. One pair was only slightly stained, yellow in the crotch, and very faint brown.