So what chance did I stand on my first day at the old folks centre as a student help. Mature for my years in both mind and body, inquisitive and eager... to please, I look back and realise just how much of a stir I was causing, as the older generation looked me up and down, as I stood there in the conservatory sunshine, smartly dressed in my white coat, but what lay underneath was probably more to their lecherous leering, than the smart youthful sixteen year old pubercent girl, bathed in sunlight,. I moaned at Felicity and she said not to be so stupidand to wear a pair of her panties - no one would know. She then tossedover a pair or white nylon full cut panties with lace around the legs andpanels of lace on each thigh. I was running late and just thought whatdoes it matter and put them on. I can't tell you the shock I had when Ifelt them on me and absolutely loved the look and feel. I rememberpausing for a few seconds just in the panties before I finished dressingand went off to. The legs were cut as high as a pair of short-shorts. Unlike most clothes, it was small enough in the rear so that it fit my butt very nicely; which was why I bought it. And it zipped up the front, so I could be as daring as I wanted to be with how far I left it open. The only drawback was that it was really too small in the bust. I had to leave the zipper down quite a bit, or it looked like it was squashing me.I had thought of the jumper because it was the closest thing to play-clothes that I. ‘Well it’s pretty obvious!’ I raised my voice this time. ‘Is it?! Well let me tell you then, that you’re a stuck up little bitch.’ He said, an evil smile bubbling to his lips. I took a step back, hurt. ‘How dare you.’ I walked purposely towards him, stopping only when I was within inches of him and I could feel his hot, angry breath. ‘It’s true.’ He said. I raised my hand to object but he grabbed my wrist tightly. He gripped on strongly, his hand wrapped firmly around my tiny wrist. ‘Get.