Nicoles Cotton Panties
I'm not usually given to voyeurism, but this time I couldn't help myself. Nicole, my eighteen-year-old niece, had left her bedroom door open, and there I was, standing in the hallway outside watching her put on her nightie. The thin material of the night gown had tangled in her hair and was bunched up, covering her face. Concentrating on trying to separate hair and gown, and unaware of my presence, she was oblivious of the scene she presented. And a delightful scene it was. Even though I knew...