“I managed to grab the bike and hide it,” the post read. “I can’t get caught with it. Maybe one of you can carry on with it… be more careful...than I did. I’m not too worried about the cops. I’m more worried about the others.”“I dumped the bike behind an abandoned dealership in Carlisle, NC,” the post continued, “Good luck. This will be my last post.”The dramatic ending was exciting, if not a bit forced. What really grabbed my attention was knowing where this abandoned dealership was. I had. I didn’t tell her that at Easter I’d considered forcing myself on her; that had been a moment of jealous madness that I wasn’t at all proud of, and it was best buried and forgotten.She had finally stopped crying; Jessie took her into the bathroom to wash her face, and she came out a few minutes later, looking much better.There was now a cheeky grin on her face, which made me feel much happier about her mental state. The outpouring of grief had been therapeutic and cleansing.“By the way, Mike,. I went to the top of the stairs where my notes were and took the call. She took her cup into the kitchen and then started to walk up the stairs. She made a pointing gesture in both directions. I assumed that she was asking directions to the toilet and not my bedroom. I think I got it right because she nodded when she opened the door. The door closed and I carried on talking numbers.I heard the toilet flush and then the door opened and the neighbourhoods best kept secret was revealed. There she. Maybe had a wet dream in them?By then my cock was very hard and it was still poking through my fly. I lightly caressed the head with the soft crotch of her pink panties! I felt so horny and naughty and excited! I began to rub my cock and had plans of shooting the panties full of cum when I heard her coming up the stairs.She raps on the door and I slip my boner as best as I could back in my pants. She opens the door and I am on my knees looking under the toilet. I can see that she glanced at the.