Every woman who has more than one shirt has a "that" shirt. It's the blouse or top that doesn't fit quite right and, for one reason or another, gaps o...pen and exposes to view one of her normally hidden treasures. Mine was a red and white striped pullover that had a deep plunge.I really wanted to expose my hairy pussy to Charles, but I just couldn't find a way to do it that wouldn't be too obvious. With the shirt, I could pretend that the exposure was accidental. I normally only used this shirt. Jake was getting the fire going, Peter was setting up the cooking area, Milo was getting wood for the fire, Tom was digging out toilets, Ron was looking for water, and Tim was looking for berries or herbs. Wondering what Kensy was doing I walked in her tent.“Hey Kensy dinner is al-“She was changing.She made to attempt to cover herself up. She just kept going. Her nipples were a perfect mixture of pink and brown. There was almost no hair on her pussy, the hair that was there was in the shape of. The story he told made her blood boil.Lillian Sanders had been more or less openly unfaithful for years - with a shocking number of their male friends and several of George's staff. The last straw was when she took up with John, George's second in command, and actually moved in with him. George was finally going to give both her - and John - the boot when Lillian fell ill. Very ill. In just weeks her health deteriorated to the point where she was at death's door. The diagnosis was acute. There was a total trust between us and a deep understanding of each others feelings and rights so it came as a surprise late one evening when Jane complained that somebody had taken her favourite stretch lacy teddy."I'm rather hurt that someone should take it without asking and not return it," complained Jane.The row of surprised faces and categorical denials led me to suspect it was not one of us adults. There were only three of us who could be under suspicion because it would not have fitted.