“Looks like someone’s still carrying a torch.” Neil says with raised eyebrows. “You know she screwed you up pretty bad last time. I mean, you ...could hardly even eat after that ordeal.” I felt a frown crease my face. “Yea, she did. Didn’t she...” Yet I still feel a flutter in my chest at the idea of being able to see her again, I add in the silence of my thoughts. She was smart, beautiful, and kind up until the point she dissected my heart as it still beat. “Please, don’t get involved with her. I mean, how do you excuse yourself while telling a person why you’re smelling their panties. So as I explained, she closed her door behind her, walking up to me with her hand out, wanting her panties back. I tried to say I was sorry, but that she just smelled so fucking good I couldn’t help myself. Becky said, show me. Show me what you have been doing with my panties. I keep finding them soaked in your cum when I get home. So I responded, saying well I keep finding them folded up. There were a few folks in the elevator when I entered and I looked like a leech at every woman. Staring at their naked legs for view under the pencil skirt, hungrily looking at their full luscious gloss smacked lips, the bare skin, breasts and everything. I was never like this and I had no clue what had come inside me this morning. I shrugged off the evil and just got lost in my mobile.With a half boner, I reached to the office and took the corner seat away from everyone. The only good thing. Finally I was allowed to watch, however I was to remain hidden in the closet. She made it sound real, if they were surprised by my presence she didn't know what they would do to me. Usually she goes out with these two and I am left to imagine what she's doing to them, with them.She dressed nicely, a skirt, pantyhose, silken panties, a nice bra and blouse and a pair of nice boots. Today's experience wasn't about the clothing, it was about the experience. We arrived at a dirt hole of a motel. .