But today, as I stroked my hand up along her hip and over her tummy, it was not there! My Cala was not wearing panties? Suddenly, so suddenly, my heart burst at the realization. This being an especially powerful erotic fetish of mine. She continued to tug her bag over her lap, covering my indiscretions, and ignoring me as I ran my hand over her, once, twice, three times across her hip and over her tummy. Double and triple checking. It was then I detected a light smile turn the corners of her mouth. She, knowing I had discovered my bad little girls secret. It was too much!! Today she...