Flashing your neighbor
The slender brunette who lives in the apartment above mine let her panties drop off the clothes line, on my balcony. Sometime later she knocked at my door and, apologizing for the unexpected appearance, she announced the purpose of her visit: to retrieve her missing underwear, regretting the setback. I was in my robe when I opened the door and invited her to come in. She declined the invitation, excusing herself for being in a hurry, and insisted that she just wanted me to return the lost piece of lingerie to her. I apologized for the impossibility to satisfy her request and, opening my robe, I showed her why: I was wearing her panties.
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