They certainly weren’t new knickers but otherwise they were in relatively good condition, and I wondered why any girl would let go of such a lovely pair of knickers. I immediately looked down at her knickers again, and as if in response to my revelation she began to stroke her knickers in a way that surely showed affection for both me and her knickers. I was safely there when I turned and was able to have another long look at her elegant figure in her beautiful white knickers, and I trembled so excitedly that I almost fell onto my bed.

It’s influenced by your reproductive hormones, which is why it changes throughout the menstrual cycle and in pregnancy. I felt thrilled at the idea of seeing him in those lovely, white knickers, and I felt my cock tingling and stiffening so much that I had to rearrange it in my white cotton underpants.If you’re experiencing a thick, white discharge that can be described as clumpy or clotted, you may be experiencing discharge from a yeast infection. Our Officer, the one in charge of our dormitory, was the opposite of Mrs Manders, as I don’t think a bomb would have woken him up.

If it were me, you would NEVER be welcome in my home again, but I do see why some women may prefer to never say (or do) anything… but I would DEFINITELY make sure my bedroom was locked from then on whenever my that A-Hole was in my home! Learn about yellow vaginal discharge as a possible symptom of bacterial vaginosis, yeast infection, chlamydia, gonorrhea, and trichomoniasis. However, if you’re dealing with pH imbalance, a yeast infection, STI, or another issue, your vaginal discharge could be one of the main signs something is up. As long as the milky white discharge does not have an odor and there are no other symptoms, it’s most likely a sign of typical vaginal health.For all his girly look, Ben’s cock was bigger than mine, but then, he was also a little older than me. She reached out and supported me at arm’s length, and from there I saw a strange, almost ‘knickery’ look in her half-smile when she whispered directly into my face, “That’s right, dear, no more knickers for you, tonight”. If only I could touch them and kiss them, which is what I nearly did, but I was just wise enough to keep control.

So I had unlimited access to both mother and daughter’s used **, beginning when my niece was about 12, ending when she was 17.

That rule usually ensured good behaviour, but there were always those who thought that they knew better! Then, with a clear vision filling my head of Mrs Manders smiling at me whilst she was standing proudly stroking her beautiful, intimate, white knickers, I fell into an exhausted sleep. I decided that I would make a pretence of going to the toilet and I would get Ben to help with the deception. However, she was a great disciplinarian, and she wasn’t averse to making any offender undress to his vest and underpants in front of her and everyone present, even the girls.

We stared down and watched as we pressed our now very hot, juicy pricks together, prick to prick, and then played with each others pricks and balls for a while longer.I suddenly realised that something inside me had been longing to hold Ben’s cock from the first moment I had seen his arousal in the changing rooms that first day. We took it in turn to describe each pair of Mrs Manders’s knickers on the line, until we were trembling with excitement and desire. This is the ONLY nasty story like this I’ve ever read on here that I believe (at least) MIGHT be possible! There was silence as the girl obeyed, especially when the girl unfastened her skirt and her knickers were fully exposed to the excited audience.