It was, in a way, a little fatiguing. She warmed up and worked out early, before school, then once again as soon as she got home. Still, after a few w...eks she'd adjusted just fine to the slightly longer hours and was content.Then, a month into school things changed. She was walking to her locker, when ahead of her, a white boy, coldly, deliberately slammed his fist into a Hispanic boy's stomach. They were juniors, Kennedy thought.The Hispanic boy shook off the blow, his hand dipped and she. When ever I made a mistake,she used to squeeze me on my thighs,on occasions she didnt not spare my ass as well,since I didnt have much money , I used to wear d same shirt for years,over a period d shirts shrink and expose me undies whenever I bent forward.So when bhoomi mam saw my jockey underwear,she used sneak her fingers inside my shorts and pull it up.She always made fun that I wore the same underwear,however that wasnt the case, I wore different brands but same color though.One day ,while. I mean, I haven’t seen you for ages, but you’ve changed.”“For the better I hope,” I said and laughed.We got to the sidewalk in front of her apartment house and she touched my face then turned and walked into the vestibule and let herself inside.I realized that if I hurried I might get to school just before lunch started and moved a little faster thinking all the while about how I might nail Becky, and then about that afternoon and what Reggie and I were going to do to one another---if we could. Ilet my hands slide down her body to her waist and pushed down her shorts.Stepping back I looked at her standing there in nothing but her panties."Mom we have got to do something about those panties." Yes, she said andstarted pushing them down." "No mom, not just that I said as her shavedpussy came into view. I mean all you have are huge old-fashioned grandmatype panties. With a body like you have now you should be wearing somethinga lot sexier like thongs and g-strings." "We will have time to.