She slides a finger inside and begins to pump it in and out. She’s breathing harder now. She’s so close. Then…“oh my god! I’m cumming!” sh... yells into the phone.After she regains her composure jai says “well, you lost the bet, you were wearing the panties. Meet me at the the park reception at 7:00 am for breakfast and wear a short skirt with the panties i bought you today.” and with that he hangs up.The next morning damini is scrambling around trying to get ready. She finds a black skirt, it’s. Her golden hair in cascading curls came well past her shoulders. In contrast her face was pale. Those who did not know her would have thought her beautiful face showed a youthful naivety; that is until they saw her large green eyes: strong, confident and seldom blinking.Her choice of tops conformed to a pattern, never showing an inch of flesh, but always tight. Her breasts, perhaps slightly larger than a model's would be, always seemed to be testing the fabric of her clothes. In contrast her. ”“Or would you like Papa to do it for you?” My mother interjected.Manju flinched at the very thought, she was perspiring and one could see tears swelling in her eyes. My mother was smiling while Preety was giggling loudly. “Goldie,” father shouted, “Do it or I shall beat the life out of you son – of – a bitch.”Trembling with fear I got up from my chair and went towards Manju. She was trembling with fright and ran towards the door. I caught her by the hand and pulled her towards me with such a. My mother and father had separated. I was the only boy, actually a young man at the time, 19 and a college athlete. My mom was a very attractive woman, tall, striking and very well built. I had stolen looks at her when she was dressing, and I had often masturbated, thinking about her. I always felt guilty after, but that was likely the result of Catholic school upbringing.I walked in the door, threw my keys on the table, headed to the closet and grabbed a towel. Normally, mom would be upstairs,.