When we had sex he wanted me to call him “bhai or dada” and trust me it was a turn on for both of us. So bhai wanted me to wear either skirts with...no panties or just the Tanga or G-string panties with either a top or a bra but not both together. He was quite the fantasizer ……Majority of my panties were also crotchless as did little to hide my pussy (there I said it… calling your love hole – vagina somehow kills the erotic mood…. So pussy from now on..!!) . This was at our flat but if people. ”“Stop it.”“I just—”“Why can’t you just accept the fact that I went out got hammered and made some very bad decisions?”Ouch. “Is that what you want to hear, Jack? Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”“What is it you want me to say to you? Because it feels like you’re pushing me to call you a whore!”“It’s definitely what you’re thinking deep down. Why don’t you just man up and have the balls to say it!”“Quit putting words in my mouth. I’m not giving up on you.”“Once a whore always a whore, right? Now you. You think that a long lecture would keep teenagers out of mischief? Do cats bark? I returned the mug to her and gave her a friendly nod."Er ... OK if I get up and do my morning thing? You know ... like brush my teeth, shave, get a bath?" Oh. Sure, Mr K," she giggled and left me. I did my 'morning thing' and went downstairs to get some breakfast at the roti chanai stall. As I got to the bottom of the stairs she yelled out."If you like eggs I've got some for you."The aroma of fried eggs and ham. Her clandestine check-out of her sister through her peripheral vision wasn’t exactly the most detailed, but Kathleen was sure something was sitting in between Violet’s legs, which were spread somewhat. Forgetting about subtlety for a split-second, Kathleen looked almost directly at the unknown object. In the shadow of her sister’s skirt, it seemed to be a dildo! She could definitely make out the shape of the distinctive penis-shaped head of the toy. Kath’s eyes widened slightly; she had walked.