"Why are you doing this?" I asked in a whiny, sexy, feminine voice."No specific reason, really," she replied. "At first I was getting you back for tur...ing me into your fantasy whore, but now I'm just enjoying the show. By the way, you'd better get some clothes on. Your mom will be upstairs shortly. She won't notice the changes, but she'd notice if you were naked."Mom came upstairs and asked if everything was all right. "Yes," I lied, and faked a yawn. "I'm just going to go to sleep early. " Oh, you haven't have you?" She stayed close to me as she smiled. "I seem to remember finding my underwear all rearranged when you were younger." Uh, well, I guess I tried them once or twice." I admitted.She said, "It's okay. You should enjoy it." She really shocked me then. She took a hand from my shoulder and ran it along my chest and down to my crotch. She pulled me close with her other arm and leaned into my ear. She began stroking my cock as she said, "I want you to enjoy my panties. I. My hot English teacher was on my right, and I was near the window seat. As the bus kept moving, I started to notice that her saree is flying a bit here and there due to the wind from the window. Her hair was flying onto my face occasionally, which sent me a sharp magnificent scent to my nostrils.The feel of her arm brushing mine was making me imagine wild kinds of stuff with her. But I had to keep a normal face, as any wrong move would make my college life a hell.After a while when everybody. " He'd come back dragging a ragged half-bale of green and golden hay, still fresh it looked like. "I reckon you'll want to sleep out here tonight, but you don't have to." He was rubbing his chin, like he was trying to remember his manners. I sat there on my heels looking at him. "Outhouse around the corner there and uh, there's water too for washin' yourself up. Drinking water's inside and I got some stew on." Thanks." I stood up and he looked at me uncertainly."Okay." He seemed to think better.