I never did like the idea that a girl could wear a bikini top and adifferent colored brief. If it bothers me, then why doesn't it bother thegirl? When...I put on a swimsuit, I make damn sure the panty matches thetop. It just feels wrong when they don't.One lady at the chat site asked how it affected me. Did I breathe harder,blood pump harder, have trouble relaxing because my undies didn't match.She suggested I watch the advertisements for the Ahh bra. Watch what theother ladies were wearing. Of. " I warn them."What difference would that make?" Galahad asks, as he has taken on the roll of the skeptic."They may have some type of electronic surveillance. And we can not use the excuse of a large animal to mask our movements. If you think you need only be quite you are wrong, you must now be invisible like a bird in the tree, a fox in her den. You can not scout and think yourself human." I say."U mm." Galahad is struck dumb by my little speech. I can see Gunga Din grinning at me in. Ashley was wearing no panties and moaned with pleasure as my fingers began to tickle her vagina.Jason noticed where my hand was and slapped his forehead. "Mark," he complained. "Do you have to diddle my sister's twat in front of me?" He does," Ashley snapped back just before she moaned again. "He owns this body and can do whatever he wants to it." Says the woman who claims she is herself," I said with a smirk as her clit started to emerge for its covering. I used my pinky to tickle her clit. " Okay, talk to you later," I told her before I buried my face in my hands. "Oh, what the hell am I gonna do?" I asked before I just thought some more.A moment later, I glanced all around and saw that many students had left. Suddenly, I bit down on my bottom lip and my right hand calmly moved under my bag. It slithered under my dress and found it's way back into my underwear.I rubbed my snatch going back and forth and managed to keep a low profile. My eyes remained opened, but I managed to.