Mess up your hair and throw away those combs." They were my mother's," she said quietly, tears in her eyes. "Aren't you going to take me?" No need. We...can fool him. You can keep your maidenhead, I hope. Give me your combs and get to work."I hurried down to the kitchen, found some fresh beef blood, splashed a bit inside the coach and took the rest up to the girl's room. She had a bleeding scratch on her cheek and her hair was wildly cascading down her back. She handed me her combs and I pocketed. She went to her room and I came to mine.In the evening we went to out as she was free and it was my week off too. We went to Starbucks for some coffee and then went to shopping. She selected some Western wears when I asked who will wear these she gave me a look “am I old enough now” I just tried to change the topic. We had our dinner out and came home around 11 PM. After changing into her nightgown she came out of her room and sat beside me on the couch. I asked her again, “so when you are. .Harish:kya hua aj kis khayal me hai tu,Me: nahi yar diya aur nita ko dekh ke imag kharab ho raha hai,Har:mera bhi yahi haal hai yar kya kare behne hain nahi toMe: nahi to kyaHar: tujhe aache se pata hai.Aur ham ek dusere ko dekh kar hasne lage..Me: dekh ab diya ki shaddi karna hai ladke bhi nahi mil rahe aur dene ko dehaj bhi nahi hainHar:ha toMe: me tu diya se shaddi kar sakta hai ?Har: thoda sochne ke baat bola kya baat kiya yaar tune mere muh ki baat cheen li,Me: mere kya hoga phir.Har:. Being single I found had it's advantages and I could cum and go as I pleased, having sexual encounters with anyone I wanted to at any time and didn't have anyone to answer to! I started back on my quest for panties by going onto a chatline and talking to local girls. My greeting was simple "19 yr old guy here, looking for women interested in selling their dirty panties." I got tons of replies from all sorts of girls, from 18 all the way to 52! and I bought every girls panties! I wouldn't pay.