Bert was a big guy, and maybe he was just shy, or something. I said, “Good morning!” And proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading ...the last load into the washer, Bert tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around, he was standing there, holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch. I noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his jeans. I instantly felt a jolt run through my pussy. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was so. I wish i was completely dressed up. so i just walked and try to be there more time dressed up. i was actually loving it and getting hard. my cock was getting hard and i could feel my panties getting wet of precum. i wanted to pull my cock and i knew a couple of strocks would made me squirt with so much force my thick juicy cum. but knew i had to wait. so finally looked at the front cashiers and notice no customers so i quickly walked there. but when i was there waiting to get checked out a. She and I talked initially just in the chat room on a couple of occasions and I think eventually we switched over to messenger and became friends on AOL Messenger. Remember those days? As a side note, I kind of miss those slow internet days when you had to rely on your wits and you were lucky to have one or two pictures to share of yourself. I'm kind of an average-looking guy but I found that I had a way with words on the early internet and I was able to meet and get together with a fair amount. Jessica stayed there two or three nights a week. It was closer to school than the apartment and was more convenient in many other ways. She had a cook and driver when she needed their services and could use the facilities as she pleased.Martin didn’t know that she was looking into financial aid while applying to colleges until two weeks after she started. When he found out, he asked her to stay at the apartment that night so they could talk.He brought home some pizza and they sat watching.