I burst into the pantry, knocking over cans of food as I searched for a box of shells. I cleaned the shelves, there was nothing but tins of beans and ...pam, fuck. Where else might they be? The attic? The garage? Double fuck, was the garage door closed? Probably not. Adrenaline coursing through my veins as I made my way to the garage at a sprint, accessible via a door to the farmhouse, or from outside. I flung the door open, seeing the truck parked inside, and the garage door raised. As if on cue. He sped up in hopes of getting a closer look. As he got closer he noticed she was wearing a different outfit. She was also shorter. He wanted to talk to her but he got to nervous and ran off. For the next several weeks he figured out her walking route and schedule. He would walk on the opposite side of the street and look at her from the distance. Now Pancake lived a sheltered life. He never much thought about girls or sex, and he was quite the late bloomer. Something about that vibrant red. As they continued down the passageway marked by the green arrows, it had made several turns before it began to slope more steeply downward. Still, the slope was not very steep, but they had started to wonder how far down they had come. It wasn’t long before they came to a junction. One passageway turned approximately ninety degrees to their right and appeared to angle subtly downward. The other turned ninety degrees to the left and seemed to angle upward.“Now what?” Whitworth said after he had. She giggled as she recalled a time when she came home with a friend, I was in my bedroom on my bed naked and was cracking one off, I never heard them come home and apparently my door was ajar and they both peeped through the crack, how she knew I was into her panties and used to leave them laying around and even walked around the house in her panties because she knew I liked it.She even got her friends to wear just panties on sleepovers and then she dropped the big bombshell.“I even sucked your.