There were narrow streets between buildings which were full of homeless and drunk people puking and shouting sometimes. And one of this narrow streets...was taking me home. Everytime I walked this street I felt something horrible could happen to me, but nothing happened yet to me. But today was that day I've been feeling all the time something could happen. As I walked the street I felt someone stalking me. But when I turned around I could see no one. Then in the middle of the street I saw a. If you are a true panty freak, you'll understand the first thing I do when I'm alone in an attractive woman's house is go for the hamper... I assume any red-blooded straight guy would look and smell if given the opportunity. Her daily panties are usually right on top of the pile, hard to miss. Everyday Nick could find a fresh pair of panties with her smell on them, a variety of every type of undies made. That day there were two pairs of boyshorts, one simple gray cotton and one mesh purple. " So you got to him first then that day so that's two," I said."Well on a good morning the postmen would come before I left for work," she giggled again, "I think he rearranged his round to catch us both in." So this day was one of his good mornings and you caught him. So before you had left your flat you had three guys already," I observed."Four if I could catch Jackie's feller before she could stop me and that morning I remember I caught him coming out of the bathroom with just wearing a. Saskia looked at her quizzically, “Why what’s happened, what do the photo’s show?” Her question was met with a shake of the head and a not here, not now and Emma started to walk towards their cars.Saskia paid for their coffees and hastened to catch up with her distressed looking friend. Catching up by her car she hammered question after question at her “What is it? What’s the matter? What’s in the envelope?” She started to tear open her envelope, but Emma stopped her, “not here” her voice was.