Believe..." she started, as she forced a smile and ran herone finger up underneath a shoulder strap, "...I can't believe you'redoing this." She slowly...slid the other strap down and ran one hand downto the clasp."Oh, I'm NOT doing it, dearie," Jolene moved behind her and rubbed threefingernails across her butt, "that's the beauty of it all, isn't it?"She stood back a bit and watched as Terry removed one bra cup and thenthe other. "Now be a good little slut," Jolene laughed and pointed to. Short strides, one step at a time. One foot down and then the other, gingerly as an elderly woman with a bad hip. Not just the prying cold but my modesty at stake: commuters headed upstairs from below could, from a certain angle, catch a furtive glimpse of my womanhood. A risk I endure but can never embrace-the "inadvertent" threat of exhibitionism. Constantly. What I'd give to get back to normal: flat shoes, conservative pantsuit, and most of all some warm cotton panties. Just a day-one single. 72 or so more hours.Saturday morning came and she didn't have any idea what to do, she looked at the empty spot in the bed but remembered this time. She got up and took the panties off and washed them up in the sink. She considered the washing machine but decided against it.He screamed when she put him in the soapy water and found he could still breathe kind of and felt a tingling when she pulled him out and rinsed him off and then set him on a hanger to dry off.She turned on the fan and left. OrHum acche dost ban gye me unke ghar jata tha roz unse khub baatein karta tha unhe b mera sath accha lgane lga tha unke pati ek farmer the or jayedatar bahar hi rahte the jab unke husband ghar par nahi hote the toh me unke ghar jake unse baatien karta tha me unhe touch karne ke bahane dundta rahta tha ek din wo mujhe ghar ke upar bana room dikhane le gyi or waha beth ke hum baatein karne lage unhone ne mujhesePucha ki meri gf hai kya toh mene kaha haa hai wo thoda sad ho gyi fir hum niche aaye.