Touching myself I decide to to touch up my pussy. Pulling the skin taught I careful run the razor. Rinsing off the water tickles my clit. Stepping out...and drying off, I apply moisturizing lotion on my legs and arms. Rubbing it into my breasts and tummy. Finished I return to my room and brush my hair. After slipping on a pair of sexy panties and a lace bra, I step into the cotton dress. Looking in the mirror I know I should have a slip seeing the sun shine through it.I go downstairs and into. V sub kuch bach diya .Mana pooch ab kaya bacha hai tara pass who bolo mari biwi us ma aap ka pass girvi rakhna aya hua aap job hi price doga sirf 1month ka liya yaha aap ka pass ragi mara sara karj katham kardoga mana poocha nahi ma isa apna passs nahi rakh sakta wog bolo sabh kayo yaha gori nahi isliya mana kaha aap kaya bol raha hoi Ram chand tu theak tu ha na mara ghar walo ko path chala tu muja marnag bola sabhi unko patha bhi nahi chalga sabh next month ana hai .Kuch din ke tu baat hia man. I felt like a fairy tale princess at a fancy ball, with everyone wanting to dance with me! Except my partners were all Black and muscled and hard, with magic fingers that managed to touch me everywhere in spite of my clothing, and hard bulges that rubbed on my belly and banged into my clit and pussy and ass when they bent me over!No, that's not right, is it? Good little wives have pussies and breasts, sluts and whores have cunts and tits and after last night I'm a slutty whore, aren't I. Tom wondered what that had been all about but with the communications blackout there was no way to find out. The next morning after Tom showered he started to dress for work. He went into his dresser to get out his boxers but found only women’s panties. ?Linda, where is my underwear? he called out. ?In your drawer? she answered. ?No there is nothing there but your things? he called back. She came in and explained that since he wanted to wear women’s lingerie, she had.