"Did you forget your bra and panties?" I asked."Oh, no," she replied. "If a girl hopes to get fucked she wears black underwear. If she wants to make s...ure she gets fucked, she doesn't wear any." And you're pretty sure you'll get fucked?" I asked."Looking at the bulge in your panties, I'm pretty sure you'll fuck me. But as horny as I am, if you don't fuck me I'll go find someone else who will." Wait hon, that's part of another fantasy of ours," I replied. "In that one, we'll have another guy here. And this added to the fact that the burglar had been my roommate's boyfriend, knowledge that came to light in his painfully long series of sweeping spirals down the madness sky into the inner hunger of the meth mania of an addict.This year...starting grad school fresh and cleaned my slate. New house, new roommate, more serious study...and I've replaced that old boyfriend, with my new neighbors: a MAN-friend and his amazing, brilliant and hot wife. We three just clicked the moment we met the day. As I returned to my apartment, my landlord's dog began barking and he turned his lights on to see what the commotion was all about. I managed to slip in with out being detected, I think! After that near miss it took me several nights to muster up the courage to venture out again, but once I had been out, I had to do it again. This time I wore the same denim skirt, a red sweater, tan pantyhose, and black low heel pumps. I walked up the street the other way, made a right turn walked up a. I’d hate to think what kind of expression might have shown on my face. When I started to be able to think a little bit, I started to feel a little angry at her for not having mentioned this tiny detail to me a long time ago. Then I realized my cock had gotten hard to an almost unbearable degree. What little blood had been circulating to my brain had all rerouted lower. I looked across the table at the good-looking guy we were talking about and pictured the two of them together with a degree of.