“Alright I guess. Thanks Ms. Sawyer.” Manny said moving to follow Jaci. Nicole absentmindedly followed as well. She stopped at the top of the stai...s and called down to Manny, who was halfway down. “Be more careful okay. You’re almost adults. And…and be careful with Jaci. She’s a small girl so don’t…force her to do anything she doesn’t want to..” Nicole spouted aimlessly. Manny’s eye’s were not looking into Nicole’s. He was trying to look under her skirt. “Shit.” She thought, but the realization. I stared at the walls and messed around with all of the little things on her dresser and desk, and then I was finally staring at the top drawer. I pulled it back and gazed down at the marvelous treasure chest that was her panty-drawer. She had little thongs, g-strings, boy shorts, and bras of every colour. There was lace, silk, and cotton, everything that I imagined hugging close on her thighs, around her waist, and over that perfect ass. I picked up a few pairs to fully examine. First a. 5inches.The story here started 4 yrs back before my marriage, she is my salesaheb’s wife, Snehal (name changed), i met her first on friendship day before my marriage when i had gone to meet my wife, it was just 3 months before my marriage, she was in a red saree and looking daaaam sexy, i just could not keep out staring her, her height was same as that of mine, age 22 (then) fair in colour, and great stats 34 28 34, when i greeted her she blushed, and i could see a naughty smile on her face,. Beth sat quietly on the sofa, quickly downing her third large glass of wine as she talked herself through how to handle the situation. As she pored herself an unprecedented fourth glass of the afternoon in the kitchen, she heard the offending workman returning to the scene of the crime in the living room.Nervously she walked back through and stood at the door, watching him clearing his tools as if to leave.“Erm …” Beth stammered, a mixture of wine and trepidation clouding her mind and blunting.