Main boli mere pass video h teri. wo ek dum chup ho gya.Fir maine use bola chal mere kapde utar verna main teri video dikha dungi sab ko. Wo thoda dar...bhi rha tha or thoda khush bhi ho rha tha. usne meri shirt utari or fir mere chuchon ko dekh kar hairan ho gya.. bola didi aapne chuche to bahot bade h. shirt ke andar to nahi lagte itne bade. Main boli pagal shirt ke andar main bra pahnti thi jo aaj maine nahi pahne pahne h. Usne mujhe hug kar liya or fir mere gal par ek kiss ki or jaise hi wo. She saw me watching her and she said, "Do you approve, you have a good eye for size as you can see the blouse fits correctly and the underskirt is just fine."Marge, you have blossomed, really, in 24 hours you have completely changed, don't you agree Mary, Alice," I said to them all."She's in love with you, can't you see it, "Alice said straight out," and she's not the only one, we all are."I didn't know where to look and I must have blushed, for they all began laughing."Marge has got it bad for. " The last thing I wanted was someone's mom or dad getting wind that I was participating in anything like that. They already judged our family, criticized us, and acted different because we weren't typical. We were laid-back, didn't concern ourselves with how others thought about us, and pretty well did what our own thing.One night I decided that I really didn't give a shit. I just gave up caring. I know people were going to judge, and I wasn't going to change who I was, or what I did for. I saw Dad bend down toward my bed and scoop up at least a dozen pairs in his hands. The stockings were hanging from his clutching hands, dangling and swaying with the slightest movement he made. I felt a pang of panic because I didn’t know what he was doing. I feared he was going to take them and the way his large hands swept up so many at once made me fear he would quickly take them all way.He asked me for the box then told me to hold it as he shoved each fistful of nylon into it. I kept.