We kind of gave up on catching the 'panty pervert' and got back to visiting at the kitchen table, where we got to know each other a little better.Afte... some small talk, I asked if her missing panties was anything sexy. She blushed a little bit, confessing that she was missing a black thong that was one of Fred's favorites, as well as a pair of see through lavender undies. I told her about my skimpy panties with the pink hearts and we had another big laugh, thinking that there was a panty bandit. Unbelievable, I thought. This bitch just won't give up!Accepting her momentary surrender, I relaxed my hold on her body and just steadied her hips as I prepared to enter her. I gave her a moment to get ready, and then whispered in her ear. "Are you ready for this Erin? All you have to do is tell you you've had enough. Are you sure you want this?"She turned her head and kissed me as tenderly as she ever had. "You really want to do that to me baby? You want to stick your big dick up my asshole?. The sitting room leading to the bedroom and balcony. Beyond the classic elegance of the Paris skyline. Unbuttoning your blouse you drop it to the floor by the door. Wandering to what you assume to be the bathroom door, your shoes are next followed by your trousers. Entering the bathroom you glance back to see the seductive trail of clothes you’ve left. The bathroom is huge. The centre piece being a raised oval bath of black marble with two marble steps running all the way round. To the left is. No one should ever have to suffer like she's suffering. And he can't say anything to her that will help her. He can't do anything to soothe what she had to see.He's lost. He never felt this lost."Ilene ... Your mother ... Everything ... How will we ... You know? I'm sorry ... I don't know what to do, too..."Ilene cries. Philip sits right next to her, and holds her tight in his arms, trying to comfort her with all the warmth and love he can."How can they do this to us, Philip ... How can anyone.