She clearly hadn't washed them before putting them on the curb. One was pink with cute white polka dots and and the other was white with little cute p...stel patterns. I remember seeing it and first turning up the expecting nothing, but seeing a slit shaped yellowish stain. My heart was already pumping, paranoid that someone had seen me. Scared that I'd be caught, but seeing that I'd finally know what she smelled like between her legs made that night one of the most memorable. I smelled both,. What about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an animal-like lust."Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you... not her! She's gonna try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while being chased by Rex... and breaks her fucking neck." She grinned conspiratorially at the sweating convict.Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually rubbed his hands in. He leaned back a little and unbuckled his belt, slid it off and doubled it over in a very threatening manner, as if he was prepared to use it on me. One hand was on my pussy, the other one held the belt. I knew I didn't want a spanking, especially with that big leather belt. I buttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. The pants fell to the ground. He had boxers on. “Now reach in and pull out Papaws cock. Time to play”. I pulled his huge hard cock out. It was so big, my tiny. A short shelf that looked like it could be folded up to cover the drawers was open, lying flat on the surface of the table. He couldn’t see any detail, except that it looked like there were two oval portraits, about the size of a brooch that might be worn on a necklace, on the surface of the front of the long, thin, lower drawer.It was a tantalizing glimpse of something beautiful, and it convinced Bob that he had to see this item up close.Two weeks later, settled comfortably in the familiar.