Not My Yellow Panties, Conclusion

Remorse

At that moment, I didn’t know what I wanted. The sex was hot, wild, and kinky. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to push these yellow panties out of my mind and keep playing. But there they were, in my hands. The yellow panties that weren’t mine. Images flashed in my brain. Him. Her. Bed. Shower. I could hear the sounds, his sounds, as he was fucking her. I could hear her, even though I had…