I remember the first time I found a pair, cream coloured French knickers with a black bow on the waist band and a lace front panel. I felt the blood i... my body pumping with excitement as I picked them up from the top of the washing pile in the hamper. Trembling I raised them to my nose, I had not yet examined the gusset. The first aroma I got was perfume, quite flowery, I recognised it immediately belonging to her and ever since, when I smell that perfume I get an immediate hardon. I opened up. What good was an eighty-year old woman in the house when she didn’t answer the darn phone? ‘You answer it! There’s no phone in the can,’ replied the LOL (little old lady) with a scream from the upstairs bathroom. ‘Geez.’ Taylor picked up the phone and would scream into it if it were Sara on the other line. ‘Yo.’ ‘Is this how you greet everyone on the phone still?’ ‘Andy?’ ‘Yea. How are the Affens treating you baby brother?’ ‘Great. Except for Sara. She sucks.’ ‘She’s an angel.’ ‘And you must. I stepped into them, feeling a little nasty about going out in public without underwear, and found that they would stay on if I pulled the belt as tight as it would go. I looked in the mirror to see a topless beauty wearing VERY baggy shorts! The next problem I had to tackle was my breasts. The Aztec magician who had created these earrings must have had a thing for amply endowed women, because my breasts were quite large for the rest of my petite body. I knew that if I put just a T-shirt over. He smacked my butt." I see," I temporized. Then, an idea hit me. "Say, Fran, you see any camera in his office?"Her eyebrows shot up at the implication. It's one thing to peep through a hole, it's another thing to take a photograph of a person who is not aware of this. If that person has an expectation of privacy, like in a locker room, that is a sex offense.Fran got up and walked over to the office while Sammy became silent and pale. There was nothing he could do. He had made the complaint.