She was, by her brother's orders, no longer allowed to ware panties.Fran wanted desperately to go into the bathroom and wash her thighs and pussy wher... the remnants of their recent fuck were drying. She didn't dare, Dave had issued a new rule, and she was not allowed to clean herself up after sex unless given permission to by him. She looked at herself in her full-length mirror as she combed her hair. The skirt was just barely long enough to keep the Girls Vice-Principal from sending her home. Us waqt humne khane k siwa koi baat nahi ki…Fir maine apne ghar fone kar k bata diya k mai aaj nahi aa rha..Ab mai tension free tha…Neha ne bhi mummy ko apne call nahi ki…Fir usne mujhe mere dost k room me sone ko kaha…Aur wo apne room me chali gyi ..Uski taraf se koi bhi action na dekh kar mujhe laga k mujhe hi kuchh karna padega warna aaj bhi lund bina choot me ghuse hi so jaega…Kafi der tak mai sone ki kosis karta raha par nind ni ayi..Ati bhi kaise..Us ghar me aate hi janat jo dekh li. Also, when she wore pants I could see the panty lines of her thong. When she wore a skirt or dress, that was even better. I sat in the front row of the class and she always sat on her stool in front of me when discussing whatever bullshit poem that day. On skirt days, I could usually see her thong because she never crossed her legs. Her pussy was typically covered with a bright colored thong.Two days were very special in particular. I once saw that her panties were especially wet one day. . Her blue blouse was so tight that it dug into her skin leaving red marks.Anu was hot and sweaty when she came back into the house and she headed straight for the bathroom. Kem was watching through the slightly ajar door as she removed her sari, then her sari skirt and her blouse. She had no underwear on. She stood there stark naked. Kem let his eyes move from her curly brown hair to the curve of her neck, then to her large melon-like breasts which protruded from her chest. Her nipples were.