Laura came out of her room wearing her “sleep uniform”……a pair of panties and a long night shirt that came down to just above her knees. She...already had cute boobs developing and, of course, wasn’t wearing a bra. She straddled my head as she sat down on the couch, giving me a good view of her panties. Once she was seated, she drew her knees up to her chin, put her feet on the couch and pulled the night shirt tight over her knees. Lying on the floor, I had a perfect view between her legs. Mujhe kuch samajh main nahi aa raha tha mai kya bolubhabhi:kya hua sarma gaye?maine:bhabhi ye aap accha nahi karti hoo.bhabhi:haa aur tum to bara accha kaam karte hoo hamesha mera panty barbad karke. kya!bhole mat bano maine khud tumhe dekha hai ki meri panty ko sungh ke muth marte ho aur phir mere hi panty par apna cream gira dete ho. main sarm ke mare pani pani ho gaya aur mujhe kuch samajh main nahi aa raha tha ki kya reply doo.bhabhi:kya hua main sab janti hu ki tum hamesha mere bare main. .!! And said just to her hmm…!!Shar:: you never tasted breast milk?Me:: I was shocked those words frm her…!! I said no aunty..!!Shar:: you wanna taste it?Me: yeah aunty but how? Where? Who will give me?Shar: I am ready to give u..!! But you shouldn’t say to any one…!! About this..!!Me:: I promise you aunty it will be secret…!!Shar:: stop calling me aunty..!! Call me sharmi and follow me..!!I followed to her bedroom and where she sat on bed and called me near her…!!! I was bit nervous and sat. While I was a littlenervous about this, she said that it was just paperwork and was requiredfor me to score higher on my next performance review in that pesky dresscode category. Jenn quipped that men, per the policy, have to wear sockswith sandals, a Dreadful ruling that "would never apply to you again,honey".I was starting to think about whether or not these changes would impactmy name for classes and also my gender for housing when Jen suggestedthat we both go for manis and pedicures that.