She began to climb the walls. The honey had fallen over and spilled on the floor. The sticky golden substance flowed in the moonlight like Shays flowe... over my lips. Forgetting all about my roommate, Shay was panting louder and louder. My roommate must have gotten herself off as she was nothing more than an bundle of snoring sheets on her bed. Shay was now standing up with her back leaning against the Jamaican flag on my wall. More tears rolled down her face and landed on mine. She moaned. She usually wore white cotton panties, but occasionally would have thong panties among the mix. I at first sheepishly picked them out of the hamper, bringing them up to my nose to inhale her female scents. They would smell heavenly, and my cock would immediately become hard as a rock . Lisa's thongs would have her scent on the crotch and along the stringed area I knew would have been in her butt cheeks. Sometimes I would even masturbate on her panties, and. "Please let me stay."She looked at him in the candlelight. He was cute, probably twenty-three or twenty-four, she didn't care about his age though. She shut the door behind him and picked up a lit candle. She took him by the hand and led him to the basement stairs. She told him to have a hand on her shoulder so that he wouldn't fall. He rested his masculine hand on her shoulder and followed her down the stairs.Samantha placed the candle on a small card table and found two chairs. She placed the. "You think you're the first person to cum in those today? Why do you think they were in the laundry in the first place? I came in here about an hour ago, while you two were rearranging the truck. Now, since I did kind of catch you unaware, I think I owe YOU an apology. Give me those!" She grabbed the panties from my hands, pulling them past my half-hard and still exposed cock, and stepped around in front of me.As I stared in disbelief, she leaned back against the wall and slipped her bare feet.