She looked stunning. She wore a small, black, lacy lingerie set with hold up stockings. Her pert breasts sitting up proud in them lacy cups, slightly ...ee-through so you could just make out her nipples through the material. Her black lace panties clung to her full, round ass, giving it an almost peachy look. I told you she was hot. I definitely approved!She hopped onto the bed like an excited school girl, fishing into her over night bag and pulling out the poppers and another mysterious package. Today, I saw him carrying folders, papers, drinks, and lunch to the more senior members of the project, as well as getting some scoldings here and there.I sneered. Exactly as you deserve, jerk.I recalled my conversation with Mother this morning. You know, the one concerning him becoming my husband? The part where we promised to get married when we were older? As I watched his antics, I started mulling over the possibilities of him becoming my husband.I snorted at the idea. Destined husband, my. Her legs were now well spread and her skirt was well up her thighs. It wasn't hard to see she was well trimmed since she wasn't wearing any panties. I started to get hot under the collar. I hid. The third rustle was louder still. Sneaking a peek was called for once again. To my surprise, not only were her legs spread and her pussy lips calling to me from the top of those divine legs, but now her blouse was undone, revealing a beautiful, proud nipple upon a firm tanned breast. Before I could. It was about 6 months before this day that my life started to change. Ihad started to notice things being different around the house. I haddone my laundry one evening, knowing I had worn my favorite silk and lacepanties the day before. I had tossed the enticingly pink panties intothe basket containing my delicate load. When I pulled the laundry outthat night to fold it, the panties were gone! I checked the floor... thelaundry basket... they were gone. When laundry was done again a few.