He then passed me his ciggie to share and leant back on the grassy bank. As I smoked his cigarette I noticed that he had slid his hand inside his shor...ts, smiling to himself as his fingers stroked. "Yea, I bet they do" I heard myself agree (thinking of the occasions when I had slipped on aa pair of my elder sister's panties). I then noticed him slowly slide down the zip on his shorts, exposing his fingers stroking over a gorgeous pair of silky paisley patterned panties. At first I was slightly. “What?”“Come on, I know you’re a freshman, but you’ve always been on the social circuit. You must know someone who can sell me some weed.”“No, I don’t hang around with people like that.”I sighed again and continued to play. For once, Phil managed to beat me, but it was a hollow victory, especially with how quickly he won. I knocked over my king with a click of my tongue.“Well now, it looks like the old king is dead and the new king has risen. Long live the king,” I said dryly before getting up. At length I gained control of myself andtold her that I was going upstairs to change. I could tell she was dyingto ask me what had happened to my "breasts". I moved quickly before shecould change her mind and begin interrogating me. I literally ripped theclothes from my body and threw them on the floor. I grabbed some cleanunderwear and made my way into the shower. I scrubbed my face carefully.The water's warm embrace failed to brighten my mood. If anything, I wassadder when I finished than. 'What do you think kid? Can I trust your mum enough not to attack me if I go in the house with her?'Of course the seven year old gave my question due consideration. 'She doesn't usually attack anyone except to tickle them.' She giggled. 'And I'll protect you if she tries.' I was smiling when she leaned in to whisper, although the volume remained just the same. 'I'll even tell you where Mummy is ticklish.'Any signs of discomfort were blown away by that as both of us burst into laughter, quickly.