“I can’t wear those!” I protested, my face turning red at the thought of wearing ladies knickers. “You don’t have much choice,” Lucy respo...nded, “until you learn to manage your washing.” With that statement, Lucy went back to the kitchen to finish cooking breakfast while I looked at the pair of briefs she’d handed me. Aside from the little bow, they weren’t all that much different from a normal pair of underpants; I tried to convince myself. But, when I put them on, I could distinctly feel the. Heexamined the invitation, beckoned for a page and directed him to escortLady Marlyne to the Queen's quarters. Accompanied by the page, LadyMarlyne passed through an opening in front of which two royal guards werestationed and followed him down a long corridor, making a number ofturns, until they reached a heavy wooden door with ornate polished brassfittings. The page knocked and the door opened. To her surprise, it wasthe Queen herself who was standing before her. The page bowed low. Paula and Kerry giggled almost uncontrollably as we peeled down our shorts. Kerry stared open mouthed at Norman who was very well endowed. Paula's gaze was fixed on Simon, who had also been included in the dare and had been forced to strip.We duly cavorted around the lawn for their pleasure and amusement. The noise of Norman's dick slapping against his flat stomach drew howls of laughter from the girls as he leaped and jumped about the glade bathed in the light from the small wooden. She did not changer her inner garments.We ate together. After my grandma went to bed, we went upstairs to sleep.In my room, AC was switched on. The light was still on. My aunt closed her eyes. I was lying with my fantasy. My cock was already wet. After some time, she moved and her navel was exposed out. I on her side started glancing at her navel. It was milky and deep. I couldn’t withstand. I put my right hand over her abs. Slowly I completely moved away from the saree. I was slowly pleasuring.