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If a BIL jerked into my clothes, I'd mention it, and maybe send them in for DNA testing if the person in question was lying about it. Talking about the colours of Mrs Manders’s knickers, Ben then excitedly explained to me how his favourite aunty always wore knickers of a different colour each day. Her brassieres were always white, but she wore all colours of knickers which clearly showed through her thin, summer dresses. 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.

She put her arm around me and it was then that I realised she was actually undressed to her underwear.It was a revelation to herself as much as telling me, but as I really loved her knickers beyond what she might think, I couldn’t stop myself from saying softly, “Oh yes, Miss, I do love your knickers. As I prepared to go to sleep the one thing I knew for sure was that I loved Mrs Manders and her knickers more than ever, and at that my cock erupted into yet another gushing cum so dramatic that I had a job to stifle my sounds! 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. 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. This vaginal discharge will act as a barrier to prevent sperm from getting through your cervix and into your uterus.

Soon I was safely upstairs again, and walking as quietly as I could along the corridor past Mrs Manders’s room.Yes,” I heard her murmur, but I didn’t look up as I felt an invisible barrier had vanished from between us.

I was an only child, but my interest in girls and what they wore, particularly under their skirts, had developed unusually early as a result of a particular, erotic experience, but that is another story. Ben seemed to know what he was doing to me, for with his prick still stiff and touching mine, I too, soon gasped and moaned and suddenly shot my jet of cum. Yes dear, I now know that you love my knickers more than the others, but you must try to keep it under control, do you understand?

There was silence as the girl obeyed, especially when the girl unfastened her skirt and her knickers were fully exposed to the excited audience. We put them away in our nice, white underpants and lay back, ruminating about our exciting times together. I found the light switch but just as I was about to flick it on I heard someone coming, and I quietly shut the door again. It kinda has a light bleachy smell, but I can smell it immediately if here is any ** in my room, let alone my underwear!

I quickly rummaged around and pulled out a pair, whatever felt the sexiest, and stuffed them in my pocket and headed down stairs. I told Ben a little about my amazing encounter with Mrs Manders, but I kept back the preciously intimate and loving parts. I followed suit, and managed to ease my stiff, aching prick out of my underpants and looked down at it with new-found pleasure. Then, almost as if nothing had happened, she pulled his bedclothes over him and kissed him affectionately on his cheek.

It seemed that she enjoyed knowing that she always had a spare pair of knickers of the right colour, ‘just in case she needed them,’ she’d said, glancing around at him.