I could not find her dirty laundry. I desperately wanted to sniff her used panties and play with her bra. Baby, my wife calle dout...shit I thought. I...stepped out of her sisters room and she asked what are you doing? Nothing I said. Just looking around. That seemed to satisfy her for the moment and she went back to bed. Into the laundry room I went on my nasty search. There it was, two piles of her dirty laundry. Underware, Bras, pantyhose...I picked up the pantyhose and could smell her musty. As she watched him playing with the children, seemingly without a care in the world, she thought again about how amazing he was. She knew how strongly she felt for him, but didn't know how to begin to gauge his feelings for her. She had spent such a long time building the wall to protect herself, she wondered if it was possible to let down her guard and trust someone. The one thing she was sure of was that if there was anyone she would ever be able to trust, it would be this man.Sarah drove,. From that day I started to dream about her. Below are our conversation:Me: hi aunty, please wait I open the door (she pour the water on me little bit)Geetha: sorry, I didn’t notice youM: its ok, no problemI open the door enter into my flat and closed the door. Peeped through the door small glass hole where I could see good cleavage and cleaned she closed her door.And I put my mobile charger and refreshed then watched some news. And open the door and take milk pocket from gate bag. Looked her. Written across the black shirt, in large white letters, was the phrase “I’m just here to get laid.”The following Friday night came quick enough and in the end, Alice decided on a non-descript blue dress that, while it did show off her best assets, didn’t scream slut either.When she showed up at the club, she was initially taken back by the long line of women waiting to get it. If it weren’t for the small card in her hand, Alice would’ve turned around and headed back home. As it was, it still.