"Can I help you?" Tory asked the visitor. While the woman at the door tried to find the right words, Tory took a couple of minutes to size her up. She...didn't look like a solicitor; she was wearing designer clothes. She was taller than Tory, probably 5'7 or 9. She was blond and looked beautiful, whoever she was, although she did seem a bit pretentious.Just then, Mitch came down the stairs in running shorts trying to wrestle a clean t-shirt over his head and arms. "Tory, who was at the door?" Oh,. But the way he had made me feel was unexpected. I had had to fight with all my might the urges to go into his room last night and start Round 2. But I had made it, and as far as I knew, Tre was sticking to our agreement and had put it behind him. So I decided to do the same.Over the next few days, though, it got really weird. Tre and I would bump into each other, and I would notice a bulge in his jeans. Or I would be doing something, like washing the dishes or just sitting watching TV, and I. She smiled nervously, taking note of my 5'11, 75kg frame."You can keep your clothes off. I don't mind at all." She said."You know, to be fair, you should have only one item of clothing on." I said sheepishly.As we stood there face to face, Ala smiled shyly, looked me in the eye and seemed unsure for a moment. Then without a word, she slowly pulled down one side of her shorts, then the other, before sliding her shorts down her smooth and slim legs. My eyes roamed from her ankle to her thighs,. “You are sitting next to me in class,” she ordered. I could feel her pulling me but it was not by the hand or anything. I looked down and gasped as I realized that she was pulling my by the waistband on my thong. The wedgie she had had given me had resulted in the waistband of my panties peeking out. So there we were, in a rather boring class. The desk we were sitting at offered complete privacy, much to my reassurance. Our lower halves were completely blocked from view unless someone came too.