N: U truly speaking na? I want you meeting me today evening at Shyam’s place when I coming.I:OkWe met at Shyam’s place and taking an opportunity w... spoke. I held her hands and proposed her again. She was just so happy that she hugged me and started weeping. I held her face and kissed her cheeks quietly assuring her.Since then, we met everyday at college, she would bring me food cooked by her, then went together to Shyam’s place and then went back after seeing her off to coaching classes. Some. Almost time for another beer. Joanne breaks the balls (how apt) for nine ball and gets zip. It's your turn. You take a bead on the one ball and make the shot. It was an easy shot, but tonight you feel like you won the Super bowl, and the sexy dance you do is missed by no one! There's a lot of thigh showing - well above your stockings - and you love the stares you're getting. Just the thought of all those eyes on you gets your blood running to your pussy. Pre-sex congestion is setting in, almost. It could be my Aunt Sally. It could even be my very own Mother. Or, you guessed it, my Sister Sarah. It was sick and twisted, I know, but every time I laid eyes on their soft, smooth and delicate knickers, I was unable to stop myself. I would fondle them, rub them against my face, smell their wonderful scent, and even masturbate with them. I was always ashamed of myself afterwards and I’d promise never to do it again. But I would, and I did. I was sixteen when my Sister caught me. Just a couple of days ago my neighbor was out doing some yard work and I took the opportunity to sneak into her house. I checked to see if she had got any new adult movies or toys, and to my disappointment she had not. I went into her bedroom and fished a used pair of panties out of her hamper. It was a small cotton thong and had a definite stain in the crotch. I slowly raised it to my nose and inhaled her beautiful aroma. I was rock hard in seconds and couldn't put down her panties as my.