I went in and shut the door behind me. I looked for a lock but there wasn't one. It didn't matter. Even if she caught me, chances are she would just t...hrow me out. I went through her laundry basket, searching for a pair of used panties, maybe a bra, or even leggings.After going through a few shirts and towels, I struck gold. I found two pairs of worn panties. A blue one and a purple one. I stuck the blue one in my face first, taking deep breaths, and then the purple one. Then both at the same. .what a beautiful sight!” She knew that comment was not about the view of the city but me eying up her shapely butt! She then shuddered as I move tight up against her, rubbing my crotch up against her butt. Jana begins to breathe hard upon feeling my hand moving forward and then upwards some. Then I'm nuzzling her neck, licking her ear lobe and telling her that “ Oh, Jana......I've been waiting to get my hands on these beautiful tits!” Jana shudders as my thumbs deftly found her her sensitive. We worked together and we ... killed him. His ashes were scattered somewhere. No one else knows where, but me ... and Jill.“We ... continued the fling for a little while, but neither of us could really look at each other the same. We had killed a man, justifiably or not, and seeing each other reminded each of us of that fact. It was just ... too painful. Too much guilt. Too much fear. We broke up, mutually and tearfully, with one last night of making love, mostly in the form of me eating her. Wearing knickers out in public became the norm, sometimes he would even wear hold up stockings but they didn’t feel the same under jeans or trousers. There was something about the feel of fresh air as it brushed past the nylon or silk fabric that made his skin stand on edge.He even shaved his legs; no big deal, he thought, loads of cyclists shaved their legs.Women were attracted to him though, and he did slip into a few relationships, however short term they were. One girlfriend felt disgusted.