I knew the way my mind worked, I had to try on a few more things.I stripped once more, sliding my hand over my crotch, wiping my wetness away as if th...t would help. I picked up the next bag and smiled to myself, it was very beautiful. A sheer white mesh babydoll with matching panties and robe. I knew I didn’t sleep in underwear or pyjamas but I thought it would be very sexy and cute to wear in the late evenings before I went to bed. I loved the way it felt and looked, I was actually looking. Yah to aap log be jantay ho jab humare behano ki friends milay yah ghar aya to hanste hain magar pata nahi kin baato pay hanste hain or apni friend ko apnay room main layga kar door be band kar dayte hainOr last main agar aap yah mom pochay be aap ki behan say kay wo kasay aye thi yah kiya baatay hoe to jawaab aik he ho ga , bachari kafi upset thi , os kay amma abba ki nahi bante bhai tang kartay hain , bhabhi tang karte hain or ajjeb ajeeb se baatay karte hain kay hum log awazaar he hon gay. “Don’t tell me you’re not?” I quickly shot back.“OK,” Jane replied, standing up and wiggling out of her jeans. “I won’t tell you. I’ll show you!”Jane stripped out of her jeans and sure enough, she was without any underwear. She was also freshly shaved downstairs.“Oh wow!” I declared. “Do you shave every day?”“Almost,” Jane replied, spreading her legs shoulder width apart and working her finger-tips across the swollen lips of her fully exposed vagina.“I bet your husband loves you!” I. The countryside was changing, becoming more rugged as the train climbed the foothills leading to the mountains. Mr. Cox woke, stretched and began fastening the bat-winged collar he had removed before going to sleep. He looked out of the window, ‘We’ll be pulling into Multan in about half an hour,’ he murmured, ‘I’ll be glad to be back home.’ He began to gather his things together as David watched. ‘You have an hour before the train leaves for Bata. You can find food just outside the station.