I was working in delhi base company and i was serving the notice period to company as i got job in some other company, there was the girl named seema ...n that firm. I am very charming and famous in that company. It was the second last day of my company and i proposed seema for friendship through her friend and she accepted. She belongs from uttaranchal (a place of beautiful girls). On our first date we move to india gate on my bike. It was 6pm. She seat very close in bike. I can feel some. We didn’t walk around as much in these outfits. Despite signs all over the convention floor that said “Cosplay is not permission. Keep your hands to yourself!” the place was so crowded that it was all too easy for someone to try and cop a feel. There were photo platforms at different places around the center, though, and we’d move to one and stay about fifteen minutes or so while people snapped pix and posed with us for selfies. We’d take about ten or fifteen minutes to move through the crowds. The next day I began with lessons at half-past five, no different from any other day. In contrast to my attire of the previous day, I was able to put on the half-dress which I had convinced the royal tailors to make for me. This consisted of a silk shirt and linen breeches, without a waistcoat or shoes. There had been an awful row when I first came up with the idea about whether we would be allowed to go about in bare feet, which were considered shocking in the world beyond Brighton, but Uncle. “Looks hot but you’re obviously wearing a bra.”“I forget this is a college town – probably don’t need one just to go shopping,” Charlene said as she reached under the back of the crop top. She unsnapped the back of the bra, then pulled the straps out though the arm-holes and around her arms. She reached under the front and pulled the bra out, dropping it on the floor. “I’m guessing you like this better,” she commented coyly, looking from one to the other.“I'll bet you're still wearing panties,”.