Janani waited till my breathing became laboured and then said, “ottha thevidiya. If either of you come before I do while I’m around, I will ensure...you never ever do. Purinjithada mairu pudingi?” She slapped my face thrice, kicked Anjan away, and kicked my balls making me bend over gasping air in. Dejected, we sat in Anjan’s room and studied a bit that day, frustrated and blueballed.At lunch time, I offered to help their mom lay out the table, which neither of them do anyway. Their mom thanked. Once in the bedroom she stopped,still with her back to him,and he completed the pulling down of her trousers.He then slowly lowered her knickers revealing her large round cheeks."Oh Margaret, you have a wonderful arse," he drooled."Thank you kind sir," she said and the she cooed as he kissed her arse cheeks.She then turned to face him and they kissed long and hard with his erection trapped between their bodies.He eased her back onto the bed and he kissed the inside of her thighs as she groaned. I got up and snuck over to the hamper. I touched her clothes. They were damp. I moved the yoga pants to the side and saw them. A purple pair of bikini panties. The crotch of them was a much darker purple from the sweat. The crotch had visible cream on it. I picked up the wet panties and pressed them to my face. I inhaled. The smell was strong. The smell was funky. It was sweaty. But it was amazing. I inhaled deeply and took in all the different odors. There was pee. There was sweat. There was. As you twirl around, you clearly notice the large lump forming under the towel that I’m still wearing but you choose to ignore it and reach down into the cardboard bag once again. This time you pull out another emerald coloured garment which is a little larger than the last one. You bunch it out in front of you and slide your arms between two very thin lace straps and pull it over your head. The fabric flows down past your head and down over your chest until it stops just below the crotch of.