The dress was so cute that all her geography was clearly outlined. It was making me mad. I asked her “Dear Pritam, Where should we go for dinner? �... She replied “Sir, it is up to you. I am interested in you. Your presence around me is everything for me. You take me anywhere. “I was obviously delighted and I took here in my arms and planed one kiss on her cheeks. We decided to take our dinner in one hotel which was rather out of city. By nine our dinner was over and we drove to my friend’s block.. Patrick was a creep, a wanna be preppy guy who thought he was cool shit. She hated him mostly because he had insulted her when he tried hitting on her which disgusted her a lot so she avoided him as much as possible. But he was ultimately obsessed with her and her beauty. But she shrugged it off as she had a prior engagement. Finding a sink to get some water so she did but when she got to it she decided to bend over abit bracing herself on it feeling abit sick. She felt something brush on her. After around ten minutes I heard her call me, saying she needed help with something and, not thinking anything of it I got up and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. As I opened the door I stopped dead in my tracks, Mrs. Evans was lying on the bed wearing one of the pairs of knickers that had fallen out of the drawer, a pale blue French style pair. She had the lacy strip between her legs pulled to one side and I could see, through the mirrored doors of the fitted wardrobe that ran along the. It’s very soft and light. You can feel it slide between your toes, up around your ankle, along your calf, your knee, up the outside of your thigh, then down the inside of your thigh. “How does this feel?” she whispers in your ear. You jump because you did not expect her to be so close. You reply that it’s soft. “What is it, a feather?” you asked a little hoarse. You hear her smile (as if that is possible), “uh huh”. The feather is then stroked on your other leg starting at your foot,.