Rate this story She was two years older than me, and she loved to tease and show off. I was in foster care, and living at her house. She always had music on in her room and had the door open or at least cracked. I could watch her from the living room. She talked on the phone a lot. She was often on her bed and I spent a good deal of my time infatuated with her panties. Sometimes they would be peeking from the top of her jeans, or they would be pulled way up above them so...
