An orphanage was no one's ideal place to grow up, but constantly having to watch every move she made just to prevent that toad of a man from pulling h...er down under him was simply too much to take. Mary decided it was time to talk to the head mistress."Miss Hamish. May I speak with you a moment?" Mary knocked first, but immediately entered the office. The thin spinster looked up over reading glasses perched on a long sharp nose. Her gray hair sparkled with strands of silver, all neatly pulled. ... closed the basket and went down stairs. What a rush. My boonnneerr was contained by the cotton panties, I could until this day feel the cotton crotch bridge. I saw the owner all afternoon just thinking if she knew I was wearing her panties. That day I wanted to go back to that bathroom son badly to find more of her underpants. I could not. Getting to my house and getting to the bathroom was the priority, I wanted to see my treasure, I wanted to observed my ass in panties, and I wanted to. I spoke.– This is a very rude world, Miss Mandira. Things are not easy like imagination. We do what we want to do. Things happen according to our deeds. – Ok, tell me, what is the thing in your mind, just before u fall asleep? Mandira asked I took a shot, and replied like a bullet, “I love u.” (Obviously I do love with her every night, in my imagination.) She was in such hang over that she could not say anything and just looked at me as like saying “do whatever u want to do. Love me or fuck. Mom wasn't up yet and I decided I better check on her to make sure she was OK after last nights accident, when I opened mom and dads bedroom door I was set back by the sight before me, my mom was laying there asleep in the buff with the blankets on the floor, legs spread ever so slightly, her breasts resting upon her chest with out a hint of sag to them, rising and lowering to every breath she breathed, then I seen my answer to if my mom masturbates, lying there between her legs was a dildo,.