When I picked up his pillow, what I found caused me to let out a little yelp of surprise. There in a crumpled ball were my tiger-stripped panties. Wha... were they doing under Timmy's pillow? Yes, I was so stunned that the obvious answer didn't occur to me until moments later. I picked them up, and it was instantly apparent that there was dried cum on them. And not just in one spot, it was all over them. I gave them a sniff and the combination of carnal odors was heavy. There was that. Dekho tu log tumko kaisy ankhen phar phar kar dekh rahe hain.Dildo ki awaz har aik ka kano ko cho rahi hai….Or wo tumko kha jane wali nazroon sa dekh rahe hain.Or mein fakhar mahsos kar raha hon.Ary ary dekho dekho tumne tu abhi sa pani chorna shuro kar dia choot sa…Mughy pehly hi pata tha ka tum bohat garam chez ho.Wait wait .(or mein apni seat sa uth kar uska pass ata hon..Meri biwi ka dar sa or sharam sa bura hal hai.…Or mein uski tangon ko apny haton sa kholta hon….Or uski choot ka rass jo. Mom had become more and more brazen about her sex life lately, casually bringing men home at all hours of the night every weekend and coming up with bizarre excuses for when she’s away for long periods. But now to see her shamelessly stroking some guy’s cock right in front of our house, the man sprawled against mom’s car as she gave him a handjob was an unbelievable sight. I watched her smile with delight and lick his cock lewdly. I felt my heart beating with both shame and shock and arousal. I. One remarkable thing about her was that she was neat. Her name was Vinita and she had studied upto class 12th. She was married but refused to say more about her marriage but I understood all was not well. Yet, she appeared to be happy coming to my place. She took special interest in the books that lay open, browsing through them. By now I had started calling her ‘Vinita’ and not ‘Bai’ and she didn’t mind that. Every day there would be new touches. The day the cylinder was delivered, I asked her.