A Dai warrior will never allow a threat to go unchallenged. You are not a threat.”Sister fell silent, thinking about what her friends just said and ...wanted to release her emotions in a sigh or tears. She could do neither. So she reached out with her razor-sharp claw-like hands, able to gouge steel, and gently touched both her friends. Something in her stirred, something she could not explain. Whatever it was made her say. “Thank you.” Words she had never thought to utter and now she understood. There was of course a fourth option, off to the right, beyond Karen’s door. But it was a bad idea. So bad, in fact, that the mere thought of it made Marcy’s sullen heart beat a little quicker. If not for that physiological response, it would have been nothing more than a passing, absurd thought. But instead, it lingered in her mind and the longer it did so, the faster her heart beat.What a rush it was, too! There it was yet again: that giddy tingle she got from being risqué; from being a. She was showing pubic hair and the top barely covered her areolae. She asked me if I thought she should shave and I said no. I suggested that she should plan to not wear it in public even if she shaved. The third suit was really not a bikini at all. Rather it was two elastic straps joined at the crotch. It went over each shoulder sort of covering each breast along the way. It was totally open on the sides. She insisted that I hug her in it. It was almost like hugging her nude. I found myself. .but that's another story!) Anyways, she satisfied my sexual urges with handjobs and the occasional bj but by the time I was 16 I needed more and started grabbing her panties from her gym bag. Oh were they awesome!! She'd wear the same pair all week just in gym and shower and change afterwards, but for that hour she was in gym she sweated..........A LOT!! She always wore just plain white cotton panties and let me tell you, they'd soak up the butt sweat and pussy juice and little squirts of pee.