I was a bit shamed that i looked that way at him and could not say "please stop collecting" to him.He packed it in the box as he saw the outstanding t...ong which grabbed his attention. It´s my black one with ouvert (a slip which has no material to hide the pussy, calles easy access to my lusthole) He stopped stuffing the underwear in the box and picked it up and took a closer look at it, he strechet it and looked wondering at the cutout. As a voice upstairs shouted:"Robert, what are you doing,. .. I do like the guy. A lot, actually. It takes a lot of class to basically rape you and then apologize for not taking more time. But I can still hear him laughing at the idea that I might be his equal." Must be grating to know that you are really his superior." I try not to think of it like that. He didn't... couldn't know. It was just that automatic assumption of superiority - grrrrr!" Easy there, tiger! Down girl!"I took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. I didn't want to walk into. Somewhere during the proceedings, her pleasure suddenly, without warning, was on her again. It was like a man somehow, a mad, ramming, hot penis suddenly mounting her fat slit, pounding away, a burning brand of ultimate delight pushed up into her sensitive genitals, each vicious slap of the shaft as it slapped into her vagina seeming to pump up the pressure in her slit. But Hope was right there. Her fingers artfully flicked Ellen's previously bruised nipple. Hope didn't pinch as before, just. Finally I say what I had been waiting for. Among the letters to occupant I found one addressed to 'Miss Betsy Bryant'. I am ready to make my move. I knew in my mind I was going to get this woman and I would start the next time I saw her. About 4 o'clock the next day I saw Betsy getting her mail. I slipped out of the apartment and came up the road as if I was going to the apartments. I walked up to her and pretended to ask her the direction to a friends place. When she was about to answer I.