I drove to make extra income. Me and Megan started out with the usual small chat, good laughs from time to time and the occasional dirty joke. She was...real cool people and never once snarled at such a joke, in fact she initiated by jokingly accusing me of staring at another female drivers ass every chance i could get and calling me a horny black dude. Spot on in her assessment I thought to myself lol.I usually finished my route later than most and by the time I'd arrive back at the garage most. Blood flowed from his neck and his eyes, you jumped back in shock and instinctively reached for a small twenty-two revolver stored under the counter.The man turned to you and lunged at you howling wildly. You pulled the gun and aimed at him telling him to stop and leave the store. The man quite clearly didn't understand what you were saying and continued to reach for you. He grabbed onto your shirt, and you pulled the trigger putting a round into his head and killing him.That was your first. What amI supposed to do with ballet clothes, or girl's swimsuits? I'm a boy!Hello!" Yeah, right!" She grabbed me by the collar. "You've got Victoria'sSecret panties and a bra in your underwear drawer, Mr. Macho Man. Onedoesn't wear bras and panties and call themselves a man, you know."Once again, I wasn't going to argue with her. She started a couple ofpiles. She gave me most of the girly suits, all the ballet stuff,leggings, and some slips and camis. She made it clear that she wouldborrow. My next door neighbor is a small family just like ours consisting of 3. Anita aunty (my neighbor) is a lady in her mid 30’s. Her inst exactly beautiful but she has a fair complexion, two huge boobs and a pair wide ass. A perfect body to be fucked by me. I never eyed Anita aunty from that perspective. I respected her a lot. She used to regularly come to my house and chat with my mother. My increase in sexual attraction towards her wasn’t sudden but a gradual culmination over years. As years.