Junk to me anyway. At the far side of the basement I noticed a heavy door that must lead to the coal cellar. I tried to open it but it seemed to be st...uck, I found a crowbar and pried on it but still couldn't open it. I was just about to give up and leave whatever it might contain for the new owner until I noticed a small key opening high on the wall beside the door. No keys hanging around but then I remembered the ring of keys I was given. To my surprise one of them fit and a small humm came. He dropped the panties onto his bed, intending to take his shower and think about it there, when he saw the bra. Hesitantly he picked it up, marveling at the smooth material of the satin, the sexy lace trim around the top edge of the cups, easily imagining the full, soft breasts that had nestled themselves so erotically inside their cups. He was a breast man, as most of his friends would attest to, and Sandy had the kind of breasts he liked the most. He should know he was right there next to. Ahhhhh., her boobs were so beautiful, I could not control my hands and I started fondling and pressing them gently. She moaned. Looked at me and asked, “Really you found them so beautiful?” She slid back to allow me to have a better look at her boobs. They were cone shaped and as if carved out of marble. I stared at her light pink areolas topped with a cherry like nipples almost half an inch large and inviting me to grab, squeeze and suck them. In response, I kneaded one boob and squeezed her. And I blew it.“I wasn’t honest with you. I wasn’t honest with myself. I was in full bitch mode to get what I wanted. I just didn’t show it to you. Now I’ve ruined everything. I couldn’t be happy with what I had. No, I had to have it all. I had to have what I wanted, when I wanted it, and in the exact way I wanted it.“And then it dawned on me. A bitch like me doesn’t deserve you. I don’t hate you. I love you. One thing I’m sure of, I’m done being a bitch. It was an act, but it ended up taking.