Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2018 11:26:36 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Eating Knickers Eating Knickers By Misty Meadow "If you think THAT was kinky, listen what she made me do on our first date." I'm sitting in the lounge bar of the Red Lion, one of two pubs in the village, with two girls I've never met before, Rachel and Dianna. They're married (to each other, I'm happy to say) and about as gay as two girls in their late teens can be. Apart from us three, the bar is empty except for the barman who's busy restocking bottles on shelves. He's paying us no attention. "What did she make you do, Rachel?" "She had me take off her knickers, which were already soaking wet because I'd had my hand up her skirt for most of the evening, and I had to sniff them." "Nothing kinky about that," I say, "lot of girls sniff their knickers. I do, every night. It's a habit." "But then she made me stuff them up my cunt. I took my own knickers off and laid them aside and stuffed hers inside me, no problem. But here comes the good bit. She pulled them out of my cunt and stuffed them in my mouth." I grin. "They were dripping wet," says Dianna, her face glowing at the memory. "With my cunt juice," says Rachel. "When I squeezed them, they dripped, that's how wet I was." "She loves the taste of her own cunt," Dianna says. "Who doesn't?" I ask, leaving them in no doubt that I'm just as gay as they are. "Did you ever eat HER knickers, Dianna?" "Since then? Lots of times. Have you ever eaten knickers?" "Alas, I've never had the opportunity." "We could help you with that, Misty." ___________________________________ Let's rewind to earlier in the encounter. I'd stuck up a conversation with the only two customers in the bar and it was clear from the start that they were both irredeemably gay and more than a little drunk. Rachel was wearing a pair of blue nylon jogging shorts, deliciously brief, and a white cotton men's singlet through which I could see her nipples. Dianna wore a short denim skirt and a white silk camisole top that was loose enough for me to see her nipples when she leaned forward. I was wearing a simple sun dress. When Rachel said she needed to pee, we both accompanied her to the loo, where she sat in a stall, leaving the door open so we were able to watch her. She pulled her shorts and knickers down and sat on the loo. I noticed she had pierced her cunt lips and inserted a small ring in each one. She was carrying her pint beer glass, and instead of peeing in the toilet, she peed into the glass and held it up to the light. "Look at that!" she said, "a vintage pint of pee." "She's gonna drink it!" Dianna said. "All of it?" I asked. "Unless you want some," Rachel said. "After you," I invited and she put the glass to her lips, tilted it and took a long pull, swirled it round her mouth, then swallowed it. She grinned at us. "Gimme some," Dianna demanded, reaching for the glass and finishing it off. She licked her lips, then burped. "There's none left," I complained. "Soon fix that," Dianna said, lifting her skirt and pulling the crotch of her shorts and knickers to one side. She held the glass between her thighs and filled it almost all the way with her pee. "Here, Misty, be my guest." Now I confess that from time to time, I've tasted my own pee, just out of curiosity and I've frequently peed though my knickers, just to be naughty, but I've never had the courage to drink someone else's. I took a sip and found that it was surprisingly mild, none of that acrid taste that my pee has. I took a long pull, filling my mouth and then I swallowed it. The sheer "dirtiness" of what I was doing sent thrills through me. I took another long drink. "Oh, she likes it," Rachel observed. "I'm amazed at how mild it tastes," I told them. "That's because we drink a lot of acidic drinks, fruit juice and stuff, to counteract the alkalinity of our pee. Beer is okay, Coke is better, but best of all is cranberry juice. We drink it all day long." "So you're regular pee drinkers?" "Yeah, but not out of glasses. We like to drink from each other's . . ." ". . .Cunts!" Dianna said, a big grin on her face. "If we're gonna eat pussy," Rachel said, "we might as well wash it down with a nice long drink . . ." ". . . Of pee," Dianna added. "Now it's our turn to drink yours. Lift your dress." "Oh, sweet Jesus!" Rachel breathed. "Your knickers are perfectly see-through. I can see your cunt lips and your clit. Wow, it's enormous!" She reached out and pulled the crotch to one side as Dianna held the glass between my thighs. I relaxed but my pee wouldn't come. "Don't push, just let it flow, Misty," Rachel advised and soon a nice strong flow was filling the glass. I shut it off just before the glass was full. "Me first," said Rachel, lifting the glass to her lips and gulping down about half of it, then handing the glass to Dianna, who finished it off with equal relish. "Pretty fucking awesome!" she said, "but you need to drink more fruit juice to take the edge off." ______________________________ Now, back at the bar, I get the barman's attention of long enough to get our pint glasses topped up with beer. Back at our corner table, feeling emboldened by the uninhibited behaviour of my new friends, I lean back on the bench and spread my legs wide. They both star at me, transfixed. I lift my feet and put them on the edge of the seat and let my knees fall outwards. "Oh, my God, she a fucking exhibitionist, just like us!" Dianna enthuses. "That's one sweet cunt!" Rachel adds, her eyes alight. "I just love those knickers. We've gotta get ourselves some of those." "I bought them on line," I tell them. "I have a dozen or so pairs." "They look kinda flimsy," Dianna says, "so that they would fold up nice and small." "Small enough to fit up her cunt," Rachel adds, "and then in her mouth." Dianna looks around for the barman, but he's disappeared, probably down in the cellar, lugging crates of bottles about. "Get `em off!" Dianna demands. "Now?" "Yeah, here and now," Rachel insists. I lift my hips, slide them down my thighs and lift them carefully over my sandals. "Give them here," she orders. I hand them to her and she holds them up to her face, then presses them against Dianna's face. Then she hands them back to me. "Shove them up your cunt, all the way," she says. I bunch them up as tight as I can and push them into my cunt. It's not surprising that they slide in so easily, given how wet I am. My lips close over them. "Now we gotta get them really wet. Just lie back and let us do the work," Dianna says, running her hand up the inside of my thigh until her hand presses against my crotch. Her middle finger probes me, pushing my knickers deeper inside me. Meanwhile, Rachel slides up beside me, puts one arm round my shoulder and her other hand on my left tit, squeezing and kneading it, finding my nipple and gently pinching it. Thrills run through me, not just from her touch, but from the risk of getting caught making out in public. My tummy is tingling. Dianna's finger pushes my knickers deeper into my cunt. "You guys are amazing," I croak, my voice hoarse with lust. "We're a couple of fucking sluts," Rachel says. "Two dirty lesbians who'll try anything," Dianna adds. "Like what?" I ask. "We eat pussy, of course," says Rachel. "And we like anal sex," says Dianna. "And dildoes." "Strap-ons." "And vibrators." "And deep enemas." "So we're nice and clean for the anal sex." "And fisting," says Dianna, "but not up our arses, only up our cunts." "And golden showers, it goes without saying." "We shave each other's cunts, too." Listening to all this, and picturing it in my mind is getting me even wetter. I look down and see cunt juice dribbling down over my bum hole. I use it to wet my middle finger, which I then insert up my arse, as far as I can reach. I pump it in and out a few times, letting them watch me, then pop the finger in my mouth as suck it with obvious delight. "Oh, yeah!" Rachel cries, "She's one of us, Di." "Are your knickers nice and wet yet?" Dianna asks. "Dripping!" I say. She reaches her fingers into me and slowly pulls my knickers out, pressing them to her face. They are really soaking wet. Then she stuffs them in her mouth. "Oh, fuck me!" Rachel mutters. "That's so fucking dirty!" Dianna is making sucking noises as she extracts as much of my cunt juice from them as she can. "Let me taste them, Di." "Let me refresh them," I suggest taking them from Dianna and stuffing them back up my cunt. They work on me again, this time with Rachel fingering my cunt and Dianna groping my tits. After a minute or so, I pull the knickers out and hand them to Rachel who eagerly crams them in her mouth, humming with excitement. "My God, Misty, you're fucking delicious!" she says, taking them out and handing them back to me. I put them back on, still soaking wet with juice and saliva. No problem, I've worn stinking wet knickers on many an occasion. "Now I wanna eat yours," I say, staring into Dianna's eyes. Her face lights up and she lifts her hips, pulls her denim skirt up and slides her knickers off. They're white cotton briefs, like every schoolgirl wears. Rachel takes them and bit by bit, stuffs them up Dianna's cunt. Being larger than my skimpy knickers, this takes a little time and a lot of effort. "Let them soak up her cunt juice," she says. "No need to wait," Dianna says, "I'm soaking wet. Pull them out." Rachel extracts them and hands them to me. I press them against my face and inhale. The spicy aroma of hot cunt makes my head spin. Then I try to stuff them in my mouth, but I can only get about half of them in. To be honest, the aroma is much stronger than the taste, but it's the act of doing something so dirty that makes it perfectly thrilling. I take the opportunity to stare at Dianna's cunt, shaved like my own. It's quite beautiful, but then all cunts are beautiful. I pull her knickers from my mouth and hold them open for her to step into. She pulls them up and smoothes her skirt down over them. "That was fucking awesome!" I declare, my excitement showing on my face. "That was just an overture," Rachel says. "We want you to come home with us and try some other kinky stuff." "Like?" "Fisting, for example, and tribbing. Di and I were thinking about making a video for the internet, but we need a cameraman." "Camera woman," Dianna corrects her. My heart misses a beat. "We wanna make it look reasonably professional, with a steady camera and decent lighting." "I can't wait to show my cunt on the internet," Rachel says. "Would I get to . . . ?" ". . .Join in? Sure. We're gonna fuck your brains out." While we're finishing up our pints, they ask me why they've never seen me in the village before. I explain that I moved here only last week to start my new job, teaching history at the local grammar school. "The school's provided me with a cottage on the school grounds," I add. "I know it," says Dianna, "it's next to the playground." "How did you get to be so lucky, Misty?" says Rachel. "Just imagine all those young schoolgirls with their sexy white ankle socks. It'd drive me fucking crazy." "She likes young girls," Dianna explains. "Who doesn't?" I counter. "VERY young girls." "Careful, Di," Rachel complains, "that's supposed to be our secret." "I ain't gonna tell anyone," I reassure her. "I like young girls myself. The reason I left my old teaching job was because I'd invited one of the pupils home and kissed and cuddled her a bit more intimately than most people would approve of and she told her friends and the news got out. My lawyer hushed the whole thing up with a cash settlement and a non-disclosure agreement, but I had to resign. She was only thirteen." "Ah, so you ARE a paedophile," Dianna crows, triumphantly. "I knew it all the time. Join the club." "She's gonna like Little Pee," Rachel says. "Who's Little Pee?" I ask. "Her real name's Penelope, but Little Pee suits her better because she's into pee-pee games, just like us. She's eleven." "Eleven? Holy cow, you DO like them young!" "When we first met at a barbecue her parents threw, she came on to us, not the other way round. She was amazingly promiscuous, and because her parents hadn't bothered to put parental controls on her computer, she'd been surfing porn for years. There wasn't much she hadn't seen and she was dying to put it all into practice. We were happy to include her in our own adventures, not in the least because we don't want her to get interested in boys. Look, I have some pictures of her." She opens her mobile and thumbs to a picture of a sweet little angel in the school's uniform, a white polo shirt, a dark blue skirt and the obligatory white ankle socks. "Fucking adorable!" I say. She thumbs to another picture, in which Little Pee has lifted her skirt up to reveal her white cotton knickers. The first time a girl ever did that for me, I was eleven, too. I'd had a crush on a girl in the year ahead of me, a lovely tall blond whose boobs had just started to grow. We were in the bathroom, standing by the wash basins, looking in the big mirror and without warning, she lifted her skirt to show off her knickers. My heart missed a beat. She looked so fucking sexy, offering herself to me in that way. I've been obsessed by knickers ever since and I suppose it was she who kicked off my love of pubescent girls. The next picture shows Little Pee sitting on Dianna's lap, leaning back against her chest. They're both naked, with their legs splayed so that their cunts are perfectly visible to the camera. Smiles light up their faces. "Oh, my God!" I mutter, "I'm gonna cum in my knickers!" "She's a darling little exhibitionist," says Dianna, somewhat unnecessarily. "No shit, Sherlock," I say. Rachel looks at her watch. "School's out in a few minutes. Let's go and meet her." "And I can show you my new cottage while we're there," I suggest. We finish our pints and leave. ______________________________ We meet Little Pee at the school gates and she turns out to be utterly delectable, with long dark hair down to her waist, big brown eyes behind owl glasses, and a figure so skinny, she makes those slender super-models look positively overweight. I like girls who are as skinny as I am. She eyes me up and down appreciatively. Dianna tells her about our knicker-eating adventure in the pub and the sound of her laughter is delightful. We go into the cottage which is still littered with boxes and bags that I haven't had time to unpack. Rachel looks into the bedroom. "It overlooks the playground," she notes. "Look, the jungle gym is just a few feet away. And the monkey bars are not much farther. You could peep from behind the curtains at the kids as they . . ." " . . . Hang upside down?" Little Pee suggests. "Us kids do that a lot." ". . . Show off their knickers," says Dianna. "Jesus, Misty, you have a wonderful job. I'm so fucking jealous." "You have Little Pee," I point out. The kid grins. "Wanna see my knickers?" she asks and lifts her skirt up, just as in the photograph, but this time it's real, she's right there in front of me, giving me the most thrilling invitation to look, to stare as hard as I like. They're full-cut, white cotton, typical schoolgirl (or even "granny") knickers, just like Dianna's. "Oh, Misty," Dianna says, "your eyes are popping out of your head." "Now there's a pair of knickers I could happily eat," I say. "Not yet," says Little Pee. "First I gotta get them wet. Where's your toilet?" I show her. Leaving the door open, she stands, straddling the loo, her skirt up round her chest. The crotch of her knickers darkens with pee and as they become saturated, it tinkles down into the bowl. "What a waste. We could be drinking that," says Dianna. Rachel pushes past me and put her hand under the pee stream. It splashes on to Pee's thighs and some goes on the floor. Never mind, it'll mop clean. Rachel presses her palm against Pee's cunt and the pee now soaks the whole front of her knickers. "They're gonna taste awesome, Misty," she says. Pee finishes peeing and pulls her knickers off, handing them to me. They're totally soaked and I press them to my face, sucking pee from them, then I stuff them in my mouth. "Good?" asks Little Pee. "Mmmm!" I nod, enthusiastically. I suck every bit of moisture that I can from them, swallowing it all. Pee stands up, allowing me to sit on the loo. After all that beer in the pub, my bladder feels like it's about to burst. I lift my bum and slide my still wet knickers off. "Sit on the very edge of the seat," Dianna says, "and spread your legs." I know what she wants. Kneeling between my thighs, she brings her face close to my crotch, her mouth agape, ready for me. I lean back and let go. A powerful jet of piss hits her face and she moves to intercept it with her mouth and it goes right in. She seems to have mastered the art of swallowing with her mouth open, which isn't difficult after some practice, and I see her mouth fill, then empty, several times. "Can you stop for a minute?" Rachel asks me. "I wanna drink, too." Dianna gracefully makes way for her and soon she's drinking my pee as enthusiastically as her partner. "What about me?" Little pee complains, plaintively. Rachel surrenders to her and she plants her lips on my cunt and sucks as I squeeze the last drops from my bladder. "Jesus, what a sexy sight," Dianna says. Pee looks up at me, proudly, her wet face alight with excitement. "We gotta pee, real bad," says Rachel. "Pee on me!" Little Pee cries, "in the tub." She pulls her dress over her head, then sits on the edge of the tub to take her white ankle socks off. As she lifts one leg at a time, we get a lovely view of the sweet little vertical slit in her prominent, but hairless, mound. Climbing into the tub, she lies down on her back, her knees bent and spread wide. "Me first!" cries Dianna, stepping into the tub, her feet either side of Pee's hips. She lifts her short denim skirt and pulls the crotch of her knickers to one side. "Here it comes, my sweet little piss drinker!" A squirt, just as powerful as my own, splashes on Pee's tummy, then directly on her cunt, then moves up to squirt on her flat chest and then finally on her face. Pee, her eyes closed, opens her mouth and it starts to fill. Unlike Dianna, she can't swallow with her mouth open and she has to close it every few seconds to swallow. The pee stream seems to last forever. Rachel and I stare at this tableau, fascinated. When Dianna's finally empty, Rachel removes her shorts and knickers. In just her men's white cotton singlet and nothing else, she looks like every gay girl's dream. Instead of standing, she crouches down over Pee's face and prepares to let go. Pee grips her pussy rings between her forefingers and thumbs and pulls them wide open, revealing a vast expanse of wet, pink flesh. "Your cunt is SO big!" the girls exclaims. "Pee for me, Rachel." "Ask me nicely. Beg for it!" "Oh, Rachel, please, please pee for me! I want it so much. Pee all over me, but especially in my mouth. I want to drink it. Please, please, Rachel, I'm begging you! Go ahead and drench me with your pee. I want it so bad!" Whether this is an act or not, I'm nevertheless acutely turned on by the child's words. They sound rehearsed, but the look on her face tells me that she really does want to be hosed down. Rachel finally relents and lets her pee flow. Pee opens her mouth wide and the stream goes directly in, very little of it splashing her face. Once again, she swallows most of it. "Stop!" she calls, "I'm full." "I'm nearly empty," Rachel says, climbing out of the tub. Little Pee lies there in a shallow pool formed by the pee that missed her mouth. With her hands, she spread the golden liquid all over her body. Wow! I think, she really is a piss freak. I lift my dress over my head and stand there, letting Little Pee look at my naked body. Her eyes are bright with excitement. I see Diana take off her skirt and her knickers. In just her camisole top which only comes down to her waist, she looks incredibly sexy. We all stare at her as she proudly shows off her body. She knows she's sexy. She lifts her camisole over her head, revealing large, dark nipples that are just begging to be sucked. Finally, Rachel peels off her singlet, I start the water in the shower and we all get into the tub. You can imagine what happens next. We're all over each other, lathering each other's back and then, more excitingly, our fronts. Hands caress and fingers probe and pee is sprayed about with abandon. Five minutes later, we step out of the shower with our cunts so clean you could eat your lunch from them (we're gonna drink some more pee from them anyway). We go into the bedroom and I pull the curtains closed, except for a tiny gap through which I peep at the playground, picturing it full of little girls running about, doing handstands and cartwheels and hanging off the monkey bars, knickers in full view. Oh, this job's gonna be awesome! Little Pee flings herself on to the bed and lies on her back, her fingers laced behind her head, her legs invitingly spread. She looks so innocent and vulnerable, but just minutes earlier, she had three fingers up my cunt and one up my arse. Her dazzling smile melts my heart. "What are we gonna do now?" she asks. "Show me your hand," Rachel says. She holds Pee's hand up by the wrist. "Look, Misty, see how small her hand is? Tell us, have you ever been fisted?" I've often thought about it but never actually tried it. "Not yet," I say. "Little Pee's hand is gonna fit inside you with no trouble at all, isn't it, Pee?" She grins and nods. "All we need is some lube." I open the bedside table drawer and find a tube. "How do you want me?" I ask Little Pee. "On all fours, with your bum up in the air," she says. I assume the position. "Oh, my God, Misty!" cries Dianna, "you're so fucking sexy! We can see your bum hole and cunt and everything." "Hands off!" cries Pee. "She's all mine." I feel her fingertips touch my cunt lips, then three fingers slide into me. My cunt is wet with fresh cunt juice. She rotates her hand, twisting her fingers inside me, her thumb occasionally brushing my clit. I feel her little finger go in and then, her whole hand. "Does it hurt?" Pee asks. "No, it's fine," I croak. "Push! Push harder!" Her hand is now inside me up to her wrist. The feeling is incredible. "Make a fist and fuck me! Oh, sweet Jesus, you're driving me crazy, Little Pee." I feel her hand sinking ever deeper into me. "Holy shit!" Rachel mutters, "It's in halfway up her arm." "Do you have any sex toys?" Dianna asks. "In the drawer," I groan and she slides it open to reveal my vibrator, a big, black double ended dildo and a strap on cock. She selects the vibrator. "How about this up your arse, fill you right up?" she suggests. "Do it! Do it! Fuck me up the bum! I'm a dirty fucking slut and I need to be fucked to death. Oh, shit, I'm right on the edge!" She presses one end of the dildo against my bum hole and I bear down to open it up. She pushes and there's a bit of a sting as the bulbous end of the sex toy slides past my sphincter and goes deep into me, but soon the pain vanishes and I'm in heaven, totally filled up. It isn't long before I have an orgasm like a tsunami, blowing me to bits. Someone is moaning as if they're in pain, but I realise it's me, in ecstasy as Pee's fist pounds me and the dildo is thrust in and out. I collapse like a deflated balloon and the invading forces retreat, allowing me to get my breath back. "Holy shit!" I say, "that was the best orgasm I ever had!" Little Pee has a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "Now fuck me!" she demands. "Who?" I ask. "All of you!" So we do. All three of them go home with no knickers on, leaving them with me so that I can stuff them up my cunt and into my mouth as often as I like. _____________________________ It's Monday lunch time and I'm in my bedroom, peeping through the curtains. The kids come streaming out of the building into the playground, laughing and screaming, the way school kids do. I spot Little Pee, who comes over to the play area and hangs from the monkey bars. She looks over to me and I twitch the curtain to let her know I'm here. She swings her legs up and hooks her knees over the bar, then lets go with her hands. Her body drops, hanging upside down with the predictable result that her skirt falls to reveal her white cotton knickers and her naked belly button. Despite the intimacy of our adventure yesterday, I'm still incredibly aroused by her deliberate display of her knickers. She reaches up, grabs the bar with her hands, then unhooks her legs, bringing them back between her arms and drops to the ground, having completed a full three sixty. She does it again, and then again. A couple of kids of about her age come over to watch her. She does it again and then they go into a huddle. She seems to be explaining how she does it, because the two girls try it, attempting to get their legs up over the bar. Little Pee helps them, lifting their bums, until they've mastered it, then she stands back and watches as they copy her action. I'm treated to more displays of white cotton knickers. I now have quantity as well as quality. I step away for a moment to find my mobile, then I take pictures every few seconds. The show goes on for the remainder of the lunch break. The bell rings and all the kids go inside. I look at my pictures. I've zoomed in so they appear really close, just a few feet away. Oh, how fucking sexy these little kids look, how innocent, yet promiscuous. Were they aware that their knickers were in full view and if so did they care? Were they just innocent kids, or preteen exhibitionists? It would be nice if they were both. _____________________________ After school, Little Pee knocks on my door. I usher her inside before any staff member can see her. Fraternisation with the kids is strictly forbidden. "You were watching, weren't you?" She grins. "Of course. You were so fucking sexy, showing off your knickers shamelessly." "How about those other two girls?" "Awesome, but not as sexy as you, Little Pee. My knickers were soaking wet by the time the bell rang." She put her hand up my dress and felt my crotch. "You're dry now." "But not for long." She lifts the front of my dress and gazes at my knickers, see-through as usual. "I wish I had a pair of see-though knickers," she says. "You can have these," I tell her. "I can't take them as a gift," she says. "My mum would kill me if she found them in the laundry." "Then you can wear them while you're here in my cottage, then put your own back on to go home in." "Get them off, then!" Words to die for. "In just a moment. First come with me." I lead her into the bathroom and take my dress off, then I straddle the loo and pee through my knickers into the bowl. When I'm empty, I take them off and hand them to her. She presses them against her face and inhales. I lift her skirt and pull her knickers off, pressing them to my face for a good sniff. "Sit on the loo and spread your legs," I say. Leaning back with her skirt up round her waist, her bare thighs parted, she looks unbelievably sexy. I take a quick picture of her then drop to my knees between her feet. I can't resist planting a kiss on her cunt, and she giggles. Then I take my dripping wet knickers and bit by bit, push them into her slit. Being flimsy nylon, they occupy a smaller volume than cotton ones and soon they've disappeared into her. I look down at her face as she smiles up at me. "How does that feel?" I ask. "Nice and naughty! I love doing all this dirty stuff, Misty. Are you gonna pull them out?" "I kinda like the idea of you walking about with my knickers stuffed up your cunt, but on the other hand, I wanna taste them, to taste what you're like deep inside." I put two fingers into her and use them to work the knickers from her, slowly pulling them out. Pee and cunt juice drip on to the floor. She watches as I put them in my mouth and suck all the moisture from them, her face alight with excitement. Then I take them out and stuff them back into my own cunt. Pee is so excited, she can't wait to pull them out and put them in her mouth. Her cheeks bulge as she tries to close her lips, but there's just too much material. She gazes at me, her eyes alight, a fold of sheer nylon hanging from the corner of her mouth. "Nice?" I ask. "Mmmm!" she says, nodding her head vigourously. I lean down and take the protruding fold of my knickers between my teeth, then pull, slowly eating them as they exit her mouth, until I'm able to close my lips round them. "Oh, Misty," she breathes, "You're just as `dirty' as Rachel and Dianna. I'm so glad I met you." I pull my knickers from my mouth. "You can come here after school every day and we can have fun." "What about during the lunch break?" "Oh, no, not then. I need you out in the playground, teaching all those sexy little darlings how to hang upside down and show their knickers off. I took pictures of them today. Here." I give her my mobile and she thumbs through the shots I'd taken. "I want you to recruit as many girls as you can and I'll be there behind my curtains, recording it all." "You like white knickers, don't you, Misty?" "I LOVE `em!" I assert. "Especially yours." I pick up her knickers from the floor and hand them to her. "Put them on and pee through them, my love." She obliges, then I take them from her and set them down on the counter top, for later consumption. We shower and dress sans knickers. "This'll be the second time I've arrived home with no knickers on," she noted. "What will your mum say?" "She'll never know. I have so many knickers, she won't miss a few pairs." "What if the wind blows your dress up?" She looks past me through the window. The leaves on the trees are barely moving. "I'll just have to hope for a big gust," she said, her face split by a big grin. "You bad, bad girl!" I said, giving her a pretend slap on her bum. The doorbell rings and I look through the window. Rachel and Dianna have arrived. I open the door and we all hug. "Show me your knickers!" Little Pee demands. They obligingly lift their skirts. Pale blue and pink, not as sexy as white, but I'm not complaining. "Awesome! Lots of knickers for me to eat," "And me," I add. The end.