Inside the stationery closet, Gregg wasted no time in bending Sylvia forward over a shelf. She made no objection as he reached around her to unfasten ...he belt of her skirt or as he unzipped it at the back to let it fall to the floor around her ankles. Gregg was breathing heavily, standing close up against her, feeling the swell of her buttocks beneath her panty hose as he ran his hands across her. He leant forward and hissed in her ear, "Open your blouse, bitch, and pull down your knickers.". After dinner, we took a walk in the park, for a few minutes all I could concentrate on was the crunching sound the leaves made as we walked on them. He started telling me that he has never met anyone like me, that the other women hes been with was just a fuck. That he really cared for me, that it was more than just sex and that he wanted to take it a step further. He stopped walking, stood in front of me, got down on one knee, asked me to marry him! I was shocked!! Here in front of me was a guy. They managed to fit everything into the trunk and floor. Phil knew that for anything longer than a 30-minute drive there would have been considerable bitching,. Even though he was driving he was inconvenienced. He had to pull the seat as far forward as he could stand in order to fit a bag of clothing on the floor beneath Tiffany’s feet.They arrived at Wild Springs Campground before four p.m. and got settled into a cabin that was roomier than the females had expected and smaller than Phil had. I had gone to the bathroom for a pee and just thought I’d take a look inside the laundry basket which she kept in there. I lifted the lid and laying on top was a pair of panties which begged further investigation. I have always had a thing about used panties and sniff any that I can get hold of including Debbies but sadly there’s hardly any stains or smell in hers these days.I picked them up and opened them to look at the gusset and it was stained heavily with a white discharge. I couldn’t.