Neighbors panties

It all started when i was around 16. My neighbor would line dry her vassarete polyester panties in a particular order of patterns. Seeing them flapping in the breeze made me wonder what she thought of anyone seeing her panties and then while staring at them....i hear her car start and she got back out to clean her windows while on the phone. I heard her saying that she was heading out and will be back in 3-4hrs. This rush came over me and at that moment i knew i was going to be one with those panties of hers. Sure enough, she left. Time stood still and in my mind i was thinking, she left knowing her panties are still hanging on the line. After a face to fabric moment, i needed to gain access to her panty drawer. Few weeks pass and the best call ever came over my fence. "Neighbor, can u help me remove my old tv and setup my new one for me?" I was walking towards her before she can finish asking. All of a sudden i needed her to get me a screwdriver from somewhere in her garage. When that door closed to the garage, i was the only person in her house, in her room, 3 ft from her drawer. I opened that drawer and oh my gah i just lost my known being. I just grabbed and stuffed several into my pockets and when she returned with no screwdriver, i immediately went to my house to get one, telling her id have to find the only one i had. I laid her panties out on my bed and it was better than viagra. I never felt to big, hard, and heavy in my hand. On my toes, cheeks squeezed tight, making faces, i lower jaw was underbiting like never before, and after only maybe less than 100 strokes, i must have weighed easily 2 lbs lighter. Thick, even hearing it squirt from my lead pipe. And it just didnt want to go down. Throbbing, dripping. I walked slowly, like i was reborn, felt like "yeah, thats right, i unloaded all that out of me, i know." I now have over 200 of hers 20yrs later. It never gets old, its always a thrill. And then one day, i knew that she knew. Because she set me up to confirm if it was me taking them, and i fell for it. And at that moment, without ever saying a word about it to each other, she knew that i knew that she was aware that i had been taken them for 20yrs.....and to this day, it still happens, and still never words exchanging, but we know. Now she knows that i take her panties, and im sure she wonders just exactly what i do with them. I know she wishes she could see what i do with them.

Related Posts

More Related Posts