Claire was always known to be the artistic type. Even in school where trend-setting and fashion-followers became the “norm” Claire always seemed t...o show she was an individual. Usually dressed in some sort of black shirt, stained by the countless efforts of her works, Claire remained the type of person that everyone knew was going in a different direction than everyone else. Now, many years after the drudgery of high-school, Claire was still not sure what direction she was going in. Day after. She opened the door of the house and I lost my senses after seeing her since she was in shorts and transparent t-shirt through which I can clearly see her bra holding her big boobs, I asked her is there nobody at home since she was sharing her flat with her mates to which she said they have gone out for traveling and will be coming home after few days to which I was in a happy mood getting all the vulgar thoughts in my mind. She offered me drink to which I said yes and she was drinking wine we. You go ahead first. I'll be up after a drink of water," my mother replied. "You don't stay up too late either, son. You have to go to school tomorrow," my mom remarked to me. With that, she went into the kitchen for a drink before going up the stairs.After I heard my parent's bedroom door close and lock, I ran into the kitchen and turned on the light. My favorite laundry hamper lay there invitingly next to the washing machine. My mother had moved their laundry hamper out from the bedroom into. ". As casually as I could, I reached intomy pocket and threw the panties I had taken away from Will on the middle of the table. "I found these in the jacket pocket of your "old classmate" Will. They are yours aren't they? They are the ones you had on when you arrived here tonight, right?" Then I sat and waited.She turned a pale white and stared at the lacey garment lying in the middle of the table like it was a rattlesnake. She alternated from looking at the panties to looking at me and back.