They had dates on the outside of the boxes with Mom’s name on some, Erika’s name on some, and unknown on others.I opened a few boxes and peeked in...ide. There were dates tucked inside the Ziploc bags containing Mom and Erika’s panties. The ones marked others had pictures, deions, and occasionally a name and address.I recognized a few of the names. They were people that Mom and Dad knew. Mom must have stolen them when she was in their house. Others were labeled ‘Girl at Laundromat’ “Slept over. If I let you go, will you talk to me instead of attacking me again?" Yes." Nice try, Spring, but that was a lie. I know you don't trust me, and I don't blame you, but think about where you are. If I wanted to hurt Spring, is there anything you could do to stop me, right now?"Not far away another bubble appeared; in it was a little girl, curled up in fetal position, asleep. As soon as she appeared, the older one started struggling to free herself. When it became evident that she couldn't stop. She keeps chanting to "Come on baby" and I feel the orgasm spasm through my as my load splatters over her mouth, glasses, and lips. She licks what she can slowly off her lips and then uses her fingers to clean the rest off before removing her glasses and licking those. I lift her up and kiss her, uncaring of the event just moments earlier and give her firm ass a tight squeeze. Having her next to me, breasts heaving with her shaved pussy rubbing against my leg, I feel my erection coming back. I wasn’t looking forward to working with an unqualified ex-soldier, but he was intelligent, good at his job and very caring. As well as young and good looking.”As Maggie described Michael in this way, I couldn’t help the familiar jealous rage building inside of me, but I took another sip of beer and avoided saying anything that might make us argue again or just stop talking.Maggie looked at me and added: “I’m sorry but it’s true. I think we have to face up to these things, so we can find a way.