He lifted the skirt, flipping it over my back exposing the red non-regulation panties and the little modesty I had left. I could feel tears prickling ...y eyes again as I felt his large smooth hands grab a buttock, squeezing it hard. I could feel his fingers so close to my pussy lips I had to squeeze my eyes shut and try and stop the emotions that I was feeling. “Four and five. Slut panties and this is not a school issue skirt is it, Miss Jones?” “No sir.” I sniffed. “But please, look I know what. "You really are good at knowing what looks good aren't you. It's really great when we're out together." Yes, I like shopping with you too." he said guardedly. There was that strange tone in her voice again."I sometimes wonder how you know so much." I'm not sure," he said, beginning to worry now. "Just observant I guess." Well, considering you never actually get to wear the things I buy and really feel what its like to be a girl, its amazing," shesaid, matter of factly while eating a piece of. They had always treated me as an adult equal as much as possible. They were very sensual people and there was always a lot of touching among us. Nudity was acceptable around our house and I was very familiar with my parents nude bodies, as they were mine. They both were beautiful I thought. At 15, I had learned well the joys of my firm young body and I loved to masturbate and did almost daily, usually fantasizing about my Dad doing to me the things I had often secretly watched him do with Mom.. And I also depended on her for everything.By the time I came to Inter I year, I took B.Com as main subject as I wanted to be an accountant. By this time Mom had joined Open University to pursue her studies. She passed the entrance exam and joined B.Com. Thinking we both can do combined studies. And we can each other in studies.When in inter I developed a habit of reading porn story books which I used to purchase fro m the footpath. During the night when I am in my room for studies I used bolt.