Fir do din bad aunty ne mujhe ghar bulaya maine pucha gharme koi nahi to aunty ne kaha gaon gaye hai dopahar ke 1 baje the aunty ne kaha ki chlo khana... khate hain mujhe bhi bhuk lagi thi to maine kaha thik hai khana khan eke bad aunti boli tu TV dekho mujhe alamri saf karni hain main Tv dekha raha to aunty ne bulaya main room main gya dekha aunti Patikot main thi or bra pahen rahi thi aaunty ne kha ye bra fit ho rahi hai thik se bitnahi rahi maine kaha parso to thik thi aunty ne kaha jara help. David had tossed the pillow on a chair, and was making small talk."There you are," Rachel said. "We stopped by to see if you wanted to get some dinner."You could have called, Julie thought. She looked at David, who shrugged. "Sure," Julie said. "Let me go change." You're fine the way you are," her Dad said.She wasn't wearing her bra, and had crossed her arms over her chest to hide that. Now she smiled. "no-no, I insist. I'll be just a moment."She didn't try to dress up, that would take too. Work was too easy, it closes and there are places tolurk. I’ll bet you can’t make a 24-hour supermarket sexy.Those places are hell on earth and there’s nowhere to hidefrom screaming k**s and old ladies.’‘Good challenge,’ mused Joe. ‘I need a couple of days’planning time. Go Wednesday evening and I’ll prove mypoint.’Of course, I was on tenterhooks till then. I was indanger of admitting Joe had been right. After his escapadeat work I was tortured every time I called the photocopierman with. After that, it was her panties that I drew up over her slender hips, they were no more than a wisp of white lace, a frivolous little garment that served only to draw attention to her completely hairless slit, the tiny triangle of lace fitted snugly in between her lips and at the back it was just a narrow string barely wide enough to hide her little puckered hole.It was her dress though that I liked, it was full length, white and fitted her like a second skin, at the front it plunged almost down.