So I took a handful of toilet paper and knelt once again behind her. “Wipe from the front to the back” Dorothy instructed. So nervously I starte... to slowly wipe her pussy. The first piece of toilet paper was instantly wet and I couldn't help myself but sniff it before putting it in the toilet. It smelt musty but not unpleasant…..I grabbed some more toilet roll and returned to wiping her pussy. This time I wiped further forward to where her clit would be hiding, untouched for who knows how. I was sat up at the end of my bed while she lay there, wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of baggy shorts that shown her lace panties as the shorts were pretty big and didn't cover her properly, obviously, I don't let on to this fact as I was enjoying the view.The night slowly went on and at this point, it was around 1 AM. My party was still going strong and my family were still having a good time downstairs with music blasting and laughter being heard throughout the house, I don't think. I left the bathroom feeling much better now the corridor lights were already on as I approached our bedroom opposite when out the corner of my eye I saw the black guy from the bar , also naked, he looked very fit and muscular, he also had a very thick dick which had to be 9 inches long swaying from right to left as he walk towards me, I tried to cover my inferior genitals from him, but it was to late anyway, he flashed me a quick hello with his eyes and entered the bathroom.The next morning I. I did a few things and then my mind started to wonder. Here I was in her house, she was outside, and I could do a little exploring without doing any harm. I knew exactly where I wanted to start. PANTIES. I walked into her bedroom and started opening drawers until I found the goldmine. Ms. Patel’ panty drawer was full of little treasures. She mostly liked full cut, French cut, and sting bikini panties. All satin, some with lace, stockings with lace, garter belts, sexy bras, you name it – it was.