Jennifer shook and sobbed as she cupped her vagina between her hands. When it had dropped onto the ground, the impact on the cold, hard surface felt similar to being kicked in her crotch. With a yelp, she'd picked it up from the ground.
This was messed up, as she marveled at seeing her intimate regions up close. Her vulva was twitching as she touched the very edges of her lips, slightly wet. Her clit was slightly engorged. As she moved her arms, her bra awkwardly chafed at her, now too detached, nipples, from each bra cup. This was all just too weird.
But this could easily be hidden as well. She had no pockets in her skirt, or her blouse at that. But her lady-bag had a small hidden front-pocket, and despite the zipper being slightly broken, nobody could see it at first glance. And it wasn't like anybody would take a deliberately good look at her bag at that, she wouldn't let them.
Keeping her intimate regions at home served to be too much of a risk. If she wanted to pee, she wasn't sure where to keep her vagina, and if the housekeeping lady came by today, she would be cleaning every corner of the house, which included her own room.
She shivered at the thought of her brother finding them. I mean, he was her brother, he trusted him, but...