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Will Work for Panties Ch. 01
by Vincent E ©


Life is too short to go through it stupid and careless. I guess that you can be either one thing or the other and you will not inflict too much damage on yourself, but the combination of the two can prove tragic. For instance, if you are going to raid your aunt’s underwear hamper on a holiday visit – stupid – you should not leave the door to the bathroom unlocked – careless. Well, I learned first hand just how bad the combination of stupid and careless could be. Fortunately for me the end results were not hideous.

I’ve had a panty fetish ever since my balls dropped. I don’t know why, but I get turned on by the sight, and the thought for that matter, of women’s underwear. Bras and garters are great, but the sight of panties is what really gets my blood flowing. Just the sight of panties, they don’t need to be filled. I collected the newspaper circulars when I was really young and kept the pictures of the women’s underwear. It was better that a girlie magazine, those women were often naked.

Like most panty fetishists I started raiding my mother’s panty drawer, but her underwear was always so boring that I never got a real thrill. I could sneak a peek at a cousin’s underwear drawer from time to time, but those panties were always too youthful. It was women’s, not girls’ panties that excite me. So, I stuck to collecting pictures for years and years hoping one day to have a pair of panties of my very own.

This is where the combination of stupid and careless comes into the picture. My Aunt Sherrie is a very attractive woman. She is actually my uncle Donald’s wife, and she is the youngest aunt that I have. Naturally that makes her the coolest aunt that a young man could have. The family got into the habit of spending holidays at their house in the suburbs, and from time to time when I went to the bathroom I would sneak a peek at the contents of the hamper. I would often see a pair of her womanly undies and get a rush of blood to my head; you can guess which one.

I came upon a scheme for larceny. I screwed up the nerve one holiday to make a grab at the first pair of her knickers that I could find the next time we went over to their house. To make a long story short, there I was hovering over the hamper with three pairs of panties in my hands when the door opened and Aunt Sherrie stepped into the bathroom. She hadn’t planned on finding anyone in there; it was just my dumb luck that I left the door open.

“What are you doing?” She asked with a look of shock on her face.

I just froze in place. I didn’t wet myself, but that could be because I had just taken a tinkle before I jumped into the hamper.

“Give me those,” she said as she ripped the panties from my hands. “Get out of here you little pervert.”

I slinked past her and escaped from the room. I spent the rest of the holiday visit avoiding her, and when we did occasionally cross paths I sensed that she was burning a hole into me with her eyes. I had been caught red handed with a pair of black nylon lace trimmed panties in my hands, and I had never been more embarrassed about anything in my whole life. If she ever told anyone I would have to leave the family once and for all. How would people react to an 18-year old college man raiding his auntie’s panties?

“I should have just bought some,” I thought to myself for the rest of the day. That would have been less embarrassing than getting caught and having the specter of the whole family knowing hanging over my head for the rest of Christmas.

The following week life got more interesting for me. Each time that I considered the fact that I got caught it dawned on me that no one else had said a word to me. I guessed that Aunt Sherrie had let the matter go and had spared me any further embarrassment by keeping the episode a secret. I knew she was cool. But I received a phone call from her late in the week that changed everything for me.

“Vincent, it’s your Aunt Sherrie.”

“Ahh, um, yeah. What’s up?” I stammered out the response. It was the first time she spoke to me since she caught me red-handed and red-faced.

“I think that we need to talk about a few things. Your uncle is out with the k**s. Come on over now,” she replied.

“Well, I don’t think that I can just now.” I would have said anything to avoid a face-to-face confrontation with her. I was scared.

“Vincent, I’m not asking you to come over, I’m telling you to come over. Now get over here in the next 15-minutes or else.” Click. She hung up the phone.

“Well,” I said to myself out loud, “it has been a good life, even if it was a short one.”

I drove my broken-down Buick over, but not as fast as I could. I stopped at every yellow light, didn’t take any right turns until the light changed to green, and stopped for pedestrians who looked like they were thinking of crossing the street. When I finally arrived at her house Aunt Sherrie was waiting for me at the door. I walked up the steps and she opened the door for me and said to come in and sit down. Oddly, she didn’t seem mad. In fact she seemed really cool.

We sat in the living room and she opened up the conversation by getting right to the point.

“Why were you going through my panties?”

I was aghast. I didn’t know how to reply, so I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Come on, that isn’t good enough. I want an answer.” She still did not seem angry. “Why were you going through my panties?”

“I don’t know.” I have always marveled at how we use this answer to avoid saying what is really on our minds. c***dren use it at an early age, and continue using it right into adulthood. I did know why I was in her panties, but I didn’t want to say why. It was as if talking about it was worse than getting caught.

“I think you do know, and I want an answer. Were you going through my panties because they excite you?”

“Yes,” I answered in a meekish manner.

“Was it because you like to look at panties?”

“I guess so.”

“Was it because you wanted to take them?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I wasn’t even looking at her. Instead I was looking at my shoes.

Aunt Sherrie moved from her seat and sat of the sofa next to me. She raised my head to look me in the eyes. This was the moment that I was most frightened.

“Did you want to use them to play with yourself?” she asked. That was the most embarrassing question. The answer was yes, but I didn’t want to admit it.

“I don’t know.” There was that handy answer again.

“I think it was. Now be honest. Did you want to take my panties to masturbate?”

“Yes. I did,” I said as I looked away in shame. I could feel my cheeks heat up from an embarrassing flush.

“Vincent, it is okay. I’m not mad, and I don’t want to embarrass you. I’m just glad that you are willing to talk to me about it.”

I was amazed. I shot a look at her in surprise, and she just smiled at me with a reassuring grin. I didn’t sense it until just now, but she had been holding my hand since she had come to sit next to me. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

“Thank-you,” I said. I was extremely grateful to say the least.

“Look,” she continued, “if you want to talk about this I will listen. You have a panty fetish. There is nothing wrong with that. And I know that you may be embarrassed by it. However, if you want someone to be listen while you get things off your chest, I am here for you.”

I knew she was cool.

We spoke briefly - pardon the pun – about the episode in the bathroom. I admitted to her that I had intended to steal her panties from the hamper and take them home where I would use them to jerk-off. She patted me on the hand and told me that she was just surprised to walk into her bathroom and find me raiding the hamper so carelessly: “Why didn’t you lock the door?” She admitted that she was in fact flattered that I wanted her panties.

“I’m glad that you think they’re sexy,” she said.

All during the conversation my cock was rock hard, and I could hardly move from my seat when she told me that I had to go before her family came home.

As I left the house she asked me a question.

“Vincent, would you be willing to help with some work around the house. We are going to be doing some redecorating over the rest of the winter and we could use your help. I’ll make sure you get compensated properly”

“Sure,” I offered quickly, “I’d be glad to help.” I wanted to stay on her good side. After all, my sexy aunt had caught me with my hands in the cookie jar and was offering to keep my secret. I guess I’d do anything for her.

* * *

The Saturday that she asked me to come over and help paint the living room and dining room was about a week later. The job required two coats of eggshell colored paint in each room and meticulous work around the wood trim. My uncle and I had painted the room and completed the job from preparation to clean up in a few hours. He wasn’t sure he liked the color of the paint, but Sherrie loved it.

After we finished cleaning ourselves we ate a lunch that Aunt Sherrie had prepared for us. When we finished I said that I had to leave. My uncle had gone to see a neighbor while I said goodbye to my aunt.

“Thank-you very much for all your help today, Vincent.”

“Well, It wasn’t that much work. If you need anything else, just give me a call,” I replied.

“I will. Oh, by the way, I have something for you.”

I was halfway back in the door as she handed me a small paper bag. I looked inside and found a small gift-wrapped package.

“Open it when you get home,” she said.

Well when I got home I went to my bedroom, casually opened the package and found a three pack of women’s panties inside. My cock sprang to an instant erection. Here I was standing in my room with my very own panties provided to me by my loving aunt. It was more than I could handle. I shook nervously as I opened the package and pulled out three pairs of cotton/spandex blend, white panties. One pair was had little roses on them, the second pair had tiny rainbows, and the third pair had hearts.

“Man is she ever cool,” I thought out loud.

I didn’t waste anytime dropping my pants, wrapping the heart panties around my unit, and stroking until I felt a surge of come rushing to freedom. It all happened so quickly that I wasn’t even sure of what was going on around me. My mother was knocking on the door asking me how everything went at her brother’s house, and there I am inches away on the other side of the door looking for something to use to clean up the mess.

Sherrie didn’t call again for a few weeks; it was late winter when she did. I had been enjoying the panties that she had given me and did my best to keep them clean after I soiled them; I actually felt a little guilty about not thanking her, so when I talked to her on the phone I didn’t know what to say.

Actually she called because they were going to be laying down some carpeting that weekend, and she wanted me to come over to help move the furniture around and lend a had putting down the carpet.

“Sure, it’s no problem,” I said.

“Great. Then we’ll be expecting you early. Goodbye.” She hung up before I could say anything else; the k**s were screaming in the background and she had more important things to do than converse with her panty loving nephew at the moment.

That weekend we moved three rooms of furniture and laid down the carpeting in the living room, dining room, and den. The job took most of the day between my uncle, his brother-in-law Brian, and myself. By late in the day we had all the carpeting placed down on top of new padding and each room back to normal.

Once we finished Brian excused himself to get back home to his wife. My uncle went to prepare for dinner – he was taking the family out. Sherrie once again saw me to the door and said goodbye to me. My heart pounded violently as she handed me another package similar to the one from earlier in the winter.

“I hope you are still accepting the same payment,” she said coyly.

“Um, well…” I couldn’t reply to her. I was just too excited.

“Did you enjoy your last compensation?”

“Well, yeah. I did. Thank-you very much, auntie.”

“Well, your welcome, nephew. No get on home.”

I took just enough care to get home without running off the road. I was so excited about opening this package that I raced to my room, locked the door, and tore into the package my aunt had given me.

I was not disappointed. Inside the gift wrapped package was another three pairs of women’s panties. These were different than the last ones, they were all nylon bikinis; very sexy garments compared to the earlier panties. One pair was pure white, the second pair was a nude color, and the third pair was black.

I wrapped the black panties around my cock as soon as I could get my pants down to my knees and began jerking furiously. I didn’t want to soil these panties with my semen, so when I sensed that I was going to come I pulled them away from my cock and came while standing over a wastebasket. I spent the rest of the weekend enjoying these new undies; making myself come so many times I thought I would go dry.

Again, several weeks passed before I heard from Aunt Sherrie. It was now early spring, and she called to see if I would help with some carpentry. They were building a deck outside the house and she wanted to know if I was willing to lend a hand.

“Sure, anything for my favorite aunt,” I said with a big cheesy grin over the phone.

“Wonderful. By the way, how have you been enjoying your payment?” she asked.

“I, well, thank-you. I have been enjoying them,” I answered her.

“I’ll bet they’re all stained and everything.” I was taken back by that comment.

“What?” I said meekishly.

“Come on. I know what you have been doing. Remember Vincent, you can tell me anything.”

I confessed that I used them to jerk off as soon as I got home each time. She seemed gratified by that.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re having fun.” She smiled at me “We’ll expect you this weekend then.”

“Sure,” I replied, “I’ll be over at the same time.”

“I’ll see you then. Will the same payment do?” she asked.

“Well, I guess we have established a price,” I said jokingly.

“Excellent. Then we’ll be expecting you.”

Well, it was a beautiful spring day, and an unseasonably warm one at that. Once again I assisted my uncle and his brother-in-law Brian with the construction of the deck. Most of the boards were pre-cut requiring little more than nailing them in place. The only hard work was setting the concrete blocks for support posts that held up the whole endeavor.

We finished in the late afternoon. Brian was talking to my aunt, his sister, while my uncle and I put away the tools and picked up s**ttered lumber. After Brian left we all ate a late lunch. Once again Aunt Sherrie gave me payment as I was on my way home. Once again I got home as quickly as possible to open my compensation.

This time I thought I had hit the jackpot. These three panties were the most exquisite. There were three pairs of satin bikinis with French cut thighs. One pair was a pale green, another was light pink, and the third was white. I got those pink panties wrapped around my penis as fast as possible and stroked and stroked and stroked until I felt a good squirt coming on.

However, this time I stopped short of coming. I grabbed all the other panties that I had from their secret hiding place and pulled out the nude color bikinis. Sitting in a chair with a pair in each hand I slowly jerked my cock and fondled my balls until I felt the onset of another orgasm. Again, I cut this one short and pulled out the rainbow panties and the white ones from my latest payment and continued stroking. This time I had built up a good head of steam and didn’t stop until I saw a line of white fluid spew forth from my cock and spill out onto my leg.

Could life get any better than this?

* * *

In May that year Aunt Sherrie called me and asked if I would be willing to help her sister with a project hat they were doing around their house. Aunt Sherrie’s older sister, Patti, and her husband were planning on installing an underground sprinkler system, and she asked if I was available to help dig the trench around the property where they would lay the pipes. I could never say no to my favorite aunt at this point, besides the prospect of her paying me with another set of panties loomed in the air. I told her that I would be happy to help.

That weekend I went over to her sister Patti’s house and set out to dig the trench. It had to be at least 18-inches deep all the way around a 100-foot circumference. Needless to say it took a long time for Patti’s husband and me to dig. It was a two-day job that we had to do with shovels because they could not fit any heavy equipment past the landscaping without ruining it. When we finally finished late Sunday afternoon I was exhausted.

Patti rewarded us with some lemonade and hot dogs that she had bee grilling on the patio. I cleaned up inside the house and went back out to eat. When dinner was over Patti’s husband went inside to take a shower. I had to go home.

Before I got to my car Patti came over to me and handed me a package. The hairs on the back of my neck began to rise as I accepted the package from her.

“Sherrie told me that this is how you prefer to be paid,” she said to me.

“What?” My hand trembled as I took the package from her. I was like a zombie with my mouth wide open; I could not formulate any words. Even if I could I would not know what to say.

“Sherrie, your aunt. Remember, silly. She told me that you prefer to be paid with panties.”

“I … what? She … no,” was all I could stammer out of my mouth.

“It’s okay, Vincent. I know all about it. She is my sister; we share everything. Don’t be so shocked. I understand your little fetish, and it is fine with me,” she offered in a very understanding way.

“It is?”

“Sure. Besides, I have some experience with this, after all. Drive home safely. And, I hope you enjoy them.” She turned back into the house and closed the door before I could say anything else.

I raced to get back to my house. The thought of someone other that Aunt Sherrie knowing about my fetish, let alone providing me with new panties both disturbed and excited me. On the one had I was scared that someone else knew my secret now. On the other hand the fact that another woman had selected panties just for me was very exciting.

I got home and rushed to take a shower. Afterwards I closed the door to my room to open up the new payment. This may have been the greatest set yet. Patti had given me three pairs of matching satin panties in baby blue, royal, and navy. They had a lace trim around the waistband and lace trim around the legs. I wrapped the royal blue panties around my cock and held the other pairs in my hand to fondle my nuts as I stroked myself into bliss. I spent a half-hour changing back and forth between the different shades of blue and thinking about the scene when Patti, a very attractive woman, handed me the panties with an understanding smile. I kept the though of her smiling at me as I squirt a shot of come onto my chest.

“Great, now I have to take another shower,” I said to myself.

I went to sleep that night with the navy blue panties I got from Patti. It was the first night that I had gone to bed wearing women’s panties. It would not be the last.

The following morning I decided to wear the royal blue panties to classes. I had three morning classes that day, and I would be out by noon. All morning long I struggled to pay attention to what my professors were talking about, but it was hard to concentrate with my cock straining against the satin fabric. I wondered if women always walk around in this state of arousal.

That week I waited for a call from Aunt Sherrie. I wanted to ask her why she told Patti about my secret. I was not upset with her; how could I be? I just wanted to know why she had told Patti.

An entire week went by before Aunt Sherrie did call me. I asked her about Patti, and she said that sisters share everything. If I could trust her I could also trust Patti.

“Do you like the panties that she gave you?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. They were great.”

“Good, then there isn’t a problem.”

“No, Auntie. I guess there isn’t,” I answered.

“Great. By the way, my sister Bambi needs someone to do some landscaping work around the house this week. Are you interested?” she asked me.

“Well, is she going to wind up giving me panties, too?” I asked somewhat sarcastically.

“She will if you take the job,” she said.

That weekend I found myself over at Aunt Sherrie’s younger sister Bambi’s house laying down sod and mulch. I pruned shrubs. I raked clippings. I did one hell of a good job if I do say so myself.

The whole time I was working I was thinking about just what Bambi was going to give me. Would it be panties, or would she give me a thong? What colors would they be? What were her tastes in panties? What kind of fabric would they be? My mind just raced with questions. I felt like a big girl.

Bambi would come out from time to time and offer me something to drink, but she was preoccupied with taking care of the c***dren. Her husband had to work that day so she was left alone with the k**s. She left for a little while to take them to the playground, but she came back within the hour and asked how I was doing.

“Well, I’ve just about finished everything that you needed done,” I told her.

“That’s just great. Why don’t you go inside and I’ll get you your panties?”

Man, that was blunt. I wondered if the k**s heard what she said. I doubt it as they were in the other room with the television blaring. I couldn’t help but get instantly aroused by her bluntness; she just tossed that one out there. To this day I am amazed at how casually she treated the whole situation.

Bambi came back with a small plastic bag and lay it down on the kitchen table.

“Here you go, Vincent. Why don’t you go clean up before you leave?” She offered the laundry room to me.

I washed my hands in the big sink, and Bambi came up to me and put out another blunt statement.

“So, you’re turned on by panties, huh?” Again, no delicateness about the topic as Sherrie and Patti had demonstrated. Bambi was different than her older sisters; the youngest, she was also the most aggressive.

“Well…” what the hell was I supposed to say to her?

“It’s okay. I know all about that. I do have some experience with it you know.”

Patti had made the same statement to me earlier, but I didn’t give it any thought until now. Just what did they mean by that?

I walked back to the kitchen and took the bag.

“Check them out,” Bambi said. “See if you like them.”

I opened the bag and saw a black string bikini and a black thong with lace all around the edges. They were beautiful.

“Do you like them?” she asked.

“Well … yes,” I said with more than a little embarrassment.

“But?” she offered.

“But, I usually get three pairs.”

“Oh, do you? Well, I guess I’ll just have to go get you another pair. Wait here and I’ll be right back.”

Bambi left the room to retrieve the other pair from her bedroom. When she returned she started to speak, but one of the k**s popped out from the living room into the kitchen to get a glass of soda.

“I hope that these will do. I only got you two pair, so I had to get these from my own drawer,” she continued as the little rug rat left the room without paying us any attention. That was the tensest moment for me. Bambi didn’t even slow down when the k**s were around.

“Thank-you,” I said to her as she handed me a red thong trimmed in black lace. I paused, “Thank-you very much.”

“Well, thank-you for doing all that yard-work. I’ve been on my husband’s back for weeks to get it done, but he is always busy.”

We said our final goodbyes and I drove home still reeling by Bambi’s bluntness and the fact that I almost got discovered by one of her k**s. I knew I’d have to talk to Aunt Sherrie about this the next time she called. For now I was content to get home and wrap these beautiful thongs around my member to jerk-off.

That evening I prepared a little ritual for myself that I have since conducted several times. I laid out each pair of panties that Aunt Sherrie and her sisters had given me for all the jobs that I had done for them. There were now 15 pairs of panties in all, and I hardly knew where to begin. Black thong or heart panties; blue lace trimmed panties or pure white nylon; pink French cut or rainbows – there were so many choices. I wrapped the red thong that Bambi had given me that day around my cock and stood over my bed admiring all the panties laid out before me. After a while I put down the red thong and picked up the baby blue panties that Patti had given me. I alternated a few times that night before working myself up to another ejaculation.

I went to sleep that night wearing Bambi’s red thong. Life was certainly good.

* * *

“Hello, Vincent.”

“Yes.”

“It is Auntie. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. How is everything over there?”

“Just great. Say I was talking to Bambi yesterday and she said that you did a marvelous job on the yard.”

“Well, thank her for me.”

“I think that you can thank her yourself.”

“How?”

“I want you to come over Friday at eleven o’clock. Can you make it?”

“Well, I think I can. I don’t have any classes on Friday, so I guess I can come over. What’s up?”

“Well, there is something I want you to do for me. I’ll explain when you get here.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll bet that Bambi really shook you up when she paid you the other day.”

“Yeah, she scared the crap out of me.”

“She told me the story. She said you were cute the way that you got all flush when she blurted out that she was going to give you panties.”

“I didn’t think that she’d do that.”

“Did you think it was a big secret or something?”

“Well, no. You told me that she knew.”

“Don’t worry. Bambi can be tactless. Anyway, I’ll plan on seeing you Friday at noon. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be over.”

“Great. There is just one other thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to wear your favorite pair of panties when you come over. Bye, bye.”

Click. She hung up the phone.

“Why the fuck does she want me to wear panties to her house?” I thought to myself.

I guessed that the answer would be revealed on Friday.

I had spent a night in aggravated sleep. sleep? Let's call it tossing and turning from side to side. Let's call it staring at the ceiling in the dark. Let's call it anything except sleep. sleep denotes restfulness, but I was anything but restful. I was agitated. I was nervous.

Two days earlier I had a brief conversation with a very special aunt, my uncle Donald's wife. She was a woman who seemed very understanding about the quirks that a young man has in his developing years. She had once caught me raiding her hamper during a holiday at their house. Aghast at first, she soon proved to be very understanding and even helpful in coming months.

I have a panty fetish. Aunt Sherrie not only talked to me about it, she even fed my habit. For doing some odd jobs for her around the house she had rewarded me on three occasions with payment in panties. Sounds odd? How about this: she got her two sisters in on the act. I did jobs for them and they too paid me in glorious panties. Now Aunt Sherrie wanted me to come by her house, and she wanted me to wear my favorite pair of panties.

I know this all sounds bizarre. I would not believe it myself if it hadn't happened to me, but here I am living this incredible story for almost a year. Now I was only a few hours away from having to show up at Aunt Sherrie's house wearing my favorite pair, and I couldn't sleep. I spent a night tossing and turning trying to figure out which panties to wear.
* * *


That Friday I got to my aunt's house a little before noon and noticed that she was not alone. There were two other cars in the driveway, and they belonged to Patti and Bambi, my aunt's sisters. All three of the sisters were there, and there I was decked out in the baby blue lace trimmed panties that Patti had given to me. Sherrie had said to wear my favorites, and so I obeyed. I loved the baby blues. I thought that they were sexy yet somewhat elegant. The smooth fabric rubbed around me and made me as hard as a rock. The nervous anticipation of what I might be walking into helped keep me hard as well.

I had a nervous erection that strained against the silk fabric of the panties. The pleasant sensation just aroused me more until I had a pronounced bulge pointing out through my pants. It was embarrassing, but exquisite.

Aunt Sherrie met me at the door and led me into the living room where Bambi and Patti were seated on the sofa. I felt very intimidated at this point. Each of these women knew about my fondness for panties. In fact each of them had provided me with several pairs of panties that I often used to masturbate myself. Now here I was standing before the three of them like a defendant before a tribunal. The ludicrousness of the scenario played out in my head.

Your Honors, the defendant is charged with being a panty fetishist.

A what?

A panty fetishist. The defendant is charged with receiving sexual gratification from, oh what was that technical term? Ah, here it is. The defendant is charged with autoerotic pantophiliatic arousal.

Pantophiliatic arousal?

Yes, ma'am. That means he is turned on by women's underwear, preferably the sexy kind.

What are you saying, Madame prosecutor?

I am saying that the defendant uses women's panties in order to masturbate himself into an orgasmic climax. As you can see from the defendant's current position he can hardly keep his woody under control even now. Much more squirming around and his Johnson will probably spring forth for the entire court's consideration.

Madame prosecutor, do you mean to say that the defendant is wearing women's underwear in this court? Now?

Yes, Your Honor, he is. And it's a wonder that he has lasted this long.

The defendant is held in contempt of court. Take him away. Take him away.

To the holding cell, Your Honor?

No, no, no. To the gallows!

Gallows?

"What, was that, Vincent? Gallows, what?" Aunt Sherrie asked.

Just then everything went black.
* * *


I'm not sure just what happened next, or even how long I was out. When I regained my senses I was seated in the middle of the living room sofa between Sherrie's younger sister Bambi and her older sister Patti. Aunt Sherrie was coming into the room with a glass of water for me to drink.

"Vincent, are you alright?" she asked as she handed me the glass. "Here, honey, drink this. Are you okay? What happened?"

I took the glass and gulped down the water in one quick motion.

"Take it easy there," said Patti. "Be careful or you'll drown yourself," she said as she took my hand in hers and tried to calm me.

"Well, I guess I got a little dizzy for a minute there; I'll be okay in a minute."

"What did you mean by 'gallows?'" asked Aunt Sherrie.

"I, well, er, I don't know. It must have been a nightmare."

I don't think that I fooled them a bit. It was so silly for me to have been so nervous. Each of them knew my secret. I guess it was just the stress of encountering all three women at once.

"Well, just sit back and relax," said Patti. "We don't want you passing out again," she was so reassuring. She tried hard to make me comfortable, but by making me comfortable she only made me hard; the blue panties I had on, the very panties that Patti herself had given me, were not offering much in the way of support.

Aunt Sherrie changed the subject. "Anyway, you were probably wondering why we are all together here today. It has been a while since your secret has been out of the close, so to say. I just thought that today would be a good time to sit down and talk about anything that is on your mind. I know that you must have some questions for us." She sat in front of me on the coffee table. With her in front and Patti and Bambi on either side I was kind of hemmed in on the sofa.

"Well, actually I do."

"Good, because we have a few questions of our own for you. But why don't you ask whatever is on your mind first, sweetie."

She was being very kind and sweet to me. They were all kind and sweet, and Aunt Sherrie is the coolest aunt a guy could have. I still felt nervous, but not scared. I felt like something wonderful was about to happen, and I just hoped that I could enjoy it, whatever it was.

"Well, actually one thing that has been on my mind is how come you have all been so willing to give me so many panties?"

"We haven't given you anything," answered Sherrie. "You earned everything that you have received so far. You worked for it all."

"I know, but some people would think that it is sort of strange that a guy's aunt and her sisters would pay him for work done around their houses by giving him women's underwear."

"True enough, but those same people might think that it is a bit strange for a guy to be going through his aunt's underwear hamper in the first place," she replied sarcastically.

Yep, couldn't argue with that one. She caught me red-handed nearly a year ago raiding her underwear hamper. Since then I have learned to lock every door behind me when I am in the "panty zone." Ah, the panty zone, that wonderful place where a young man can lose himself in the wonderful joy of soft satin finery and work himself up to quite a blast.

"Look, Vincent," said Patti, "we are just trying to be supportive. You have this little fetish, and it is probably difficult for you to talk to anyone about it. At your age things can seem quite confusing. You probably have questions regarding your own sexuality. We just want you to be comfortable with who you are and learn to accept the things that you enjoy."

"Like jerking off in a pair of panties," Bambi chimed in. Bambi is not what one would call subtle. The first time she handed me a pair of panties as payment for a day's worth of work around her house, her k**s were in the room getting a soda.

"Bambi," reprimanded Sherrie, "how indelicate can you be?"

"Well, that's what he does with them. Isn't it, Vincent?"

"Well," I felt my face turning a deep shade of red.

"Well, it is," said Patti softly. She squeezed my hand and smiled.

"Yes, it is. It is true. I have been using them when I masturbate," I confessed to what they already knew. I guessed that there was no sense in trying to keep up any pretense about what was going on. These women knew the truth about me. Suddenly I felt heat in my face and I felt a little light-headed. It felt good to gets things off my chest, but it made me a little dizzy; evidently the blood that is normally in my head was taking up space in my trousers, because my erection was raging harder than I ever remembered.

"Oh boy. I think he's passing out again," said Bambi.

"No, no. I'll be fine."

"Sure you will," said Patti with another squeeze of my hand and another little smile. I was beginning to think I would fall in love with her.

"Okay, so that is settled." Aunt Sherrie spoke up again. "We all know about your fetish, and we are here to give you all the support that you need. Now, did you do what I told you to do over the phone?"

"Do you mean, am I wearing…?"

"Yes, are you wearing your favorite pair?" she asked.

"Yes," I said sheepishly.

"Well, all we want to know is who bought you your favorite pair?"

I turned to Patti and squeezed her hand as she had done with mine. "Patti did. Patti bought me the blue satin and lace panties, and they're my favorites."

"Let me guess," said Patti, "are they the navy blue pair?"

"No, they're the baby blues," I answered.

A big smile ran across Patti's face. She seemed very pleased that I had chosen a pair that she bought me. Bambi and Sherrie were frowning as if they had lost some sort of friendly wager.

"So, Vincent," said Sherrie, "what is it about Patti's panties that you like so much?"

"Well, I like all the panties you bought me. I like the thongs and the bikinis that you and Bambi gave me a lot. It's just that the baby blues are very smooth and satiny, and I love the lace fringe." I think that I surprised them with the candor of my answer. We were long past the point of hiding anything, and I was willing to go where this conversation was taking us.

"Is satiny better than lacy?" asked Bambi.

"Well, Satiny is good for one thing and lacy is good for another," I said.

"Well, what is the difference?"

"It's just that I use them for different things."

Sherrie leaned in on me and asked, "What kind of things?"

"Well, lace is good for wrapping and satin is good for stroking." Gulp.

Aunt Sherrie leaned in closer, "Wrapping and stroking what?"

"Wrapping and stroking my…" I tried to think of a polite word to use in front of them. They were ladies, after all. "…my unit."

"Your unit?" asked Sherrie.

"He means his cock."

"Thanks Bambi," said Aunt Sherrie.

"I didn't want to be vulgar," I apologized for my politeness.

"There's nothing vulgar about cocks," Bambi replied. "Cocks are wonderful things. If it weren't for cocks none of us would be here right now. I love them."

"I'm sure your husband would be delighted to hear that," said Patti.

"Well, he knows that I love his the most."

"Ladies," said Sherrie trying to get back on her subject, "can we please turn our attention back to Vincent here?"

"Sure," said Bambi. "So Vincent, tell us about your cock."

"Bambi," both Sherrie and Patti chimed in together with a sisterly reprimand. Bambi really did let her mouth fly.

"Go on, Vincent," Bambi said undaunted, "tell us what you like to do to your cock with the panties."

I told them. I couldn't believe that I was actually telling them in graphic detail how I jerked off with panties, but I told them.

"Well, I like to lay out all the different pairs on the bed and just look at them all first. Usually I'll stand over the bed naked and gently stroke myself so that I start to get hard. It all depends on what kind of mood I'm in. If I want to get off quickly I'll try to jerk off real fast, but usually I like to take some time so I'll go slowly.

"I like to start with the cotton panties that you gave me, Sherrie. They're kind of innocent looking, but they make me think of what the girls in high school must have been wearing underneath their skirts. Plaid skirts. Please don't get me going on plaid skirts. I'll usually wrap the cotton panties around myself and fondle and stroke until my erection is really hard.

"After my, er unit, is really hard I'll switch over to a pair of Patti's satin panties. I like the feel of them when I glide them up and down the length of my, er unit. That can keep me excited for a long time. Usually I'll stand over the collection for a while looking at each one and imagining a different girl I know wearing them with nothing else. After a while I'll need to sit down and be careful, because I'm usually close to losing it."

"What do you mean, 'losing it?'" asked Sherrie slyly.

"You know, squirting. I'll have to sit down and concentrate on not squirting too soon. I might come close to it a few times, but I'll stop short and then start up again, but eventually I'll have to, you know, come.

"It's around this time that I like to use the thongs that Bambi gave me. I'll wrap the lacy part around my testicles and the base of my hard-on, sometimes I'll use two pair. I'll keep stroking myself with the panties I started with for a little longer, but I like to switch over to another pair once or twice."

"Do you always use mine?" asked Patti.

"No," I said as I turned to her. "I'll start with yours but I always get around to one of Sherrie's pair. I like to imagine some of the girls I know in college wearing them. Sometimes the pale green French cut bikinis and other times the black nylon bikinis. I don't like to use the light pink ones too often, because I'm afraid of ruining them. When I get close enough to climax I'll try to come so that I don't wind up ruining or staining anything."

"Does it feel good?" asked Patti.

"Oh yeah, it always feels great."

She gave me another reassuring squeeze of my hand.

Aunt Sherrie leaned back on the coffee table. "Well, it sounds like you have quite a little ritual going for yourself. I'm sure we're all happy for you."

"Thank-you, Auntie."

"Why don't we show him what we bought?" she asked her sisters. They nodded their approval, so Aunt Sherrie went off into the other room for a moment. She came back with a shopping bag and placed it on the floor between us as she resumed her spot on the coffee table.

"My sisters and I went shopping the other day and bought a new selection that we would like to get your opinion of. Tell us what you think of these. I picked out this one."

She reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of panties like I had never seen before. They weren't cotton or nylon, and they weren't trimmed in lace. They were a pair of silk burgundy panties that were dressed in a stylish gold embossing that trimmed the front and back. They were absolutely beautiful.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"So you like them?" asked Sherrie.

"Yeah, they're beautiful."

"I'm glad you approve." With that she laid them down on my lap and pulled out another pair. These were also silk, but they were gold, and I mean a highly polished gold, with a black embossing similar to the others. "How about these?"

My cock just about jumped when she laid the first pair on my lap. Now it was twitching with excitement as she pulled out some of the most sophisticated and sexy panties I ever imagined.

"I…, they're perfect. I can't believe how beautiful they are." She laid that pair in my lap also, and my cock twitched some more.

"Now Patti bought this pair. Tell us what you think." She took out a pair of dark pink panties that were bigger than the others. In fact they were a bit bigger than any that I had seen before. They looked like little hot pants, but not trashy. These panties were also silk, and I bet that they were as expensive as I imagined the first two were. And they were very sexy.

"I've never seen a pair like that before. What are they?"

"They're tap pants," Patti answered. "They're actually what I like to wear the most."

"Tap pants? Yeah, I like those too."

"Oh come on, Sherrie," Bambi whined a little. "Show him what I bought."

Aunt Sherrie laid the tap pants down on my lap on top of the other panties and nearly caused me to have an accident. At this point my blood pressure was up. I noticed that I could actually hear my heart beating and my breathing was getting quicker. I was now in the "panty zone." I was so excited by the display of feminine finery that was being laid out before me – in my lap actually – that I squirmed a little more and u*********sly squeezed Patti's hand some more. Thank goodness for her.

"Okay, Bambi. Let's see, ah these are what Bambi picked out." Aunt Sherrie took out a thong that was unlike any other thong I had seen before. It wasn't just a piece of floss that ran off of an eye patch in front. This pair had more of a V-shape in front that tapered slightly as it rode down. It also had a bit more material giving it a vertical ruffle in the front. In the back there was enough material at the top to give a slight taper before a narrow band ran down to meet the front of the garment. Like the others this was also silk. It appeared to be the same high polished gold as the pair of panties that Aunt Sherrie had pulled out moments earlier.

"Wow, those are incredible. My eyes might have been coming out of their sockets. I might have been drooling. My chest may have been heaving with excited breathing as my heart pounded. I don't know. What I do know is that my hard-on was reached previously unknown levels of pressure, and the fact that it was rubbing against the pair of satin panties that I was wearing did not make things any easier.

Aunt Sherrie dropped the gold thong into my lap and my palpitations continued. This was the last pair that she pulled out of the bag, though I sensed that there were more inside. I really didn't want to see just yet because I knew I'd lose control of myself. Bambi picked up the thong out of my lap and Patti picked up the tap pants, though she did not let go of my hand. Come to think of it, I don't think she could have. I'm sure that I was squeezing so hard that she couldn't have pulled away if the house caught on fire.

Sherrie reached into my lap and gingerly picked up the burgundy panties with the gold embossing. As she did she ever so slightly brushed her finger across my thigh. To this day I am positive that she had no idea that she did, but it was more than I could take. Just then I lost total control. It was one thing to make me talk about my autoerotic ritual in front of them. It was another thing to ask my approval of these elegant panties that they had bought. But it was altogether unreasonable for them to each sit there - these three lovely women – holding those beautiful panties in front of me. That visual combination along with the accidental sc**** just set me off.

I came quickly. I could feel a warm trickle of juice roll down my leg. I was relieved that the pressure was subsiding, but I was quickly pissed off at the thought that I had just soiled my favorite panties. It wasn't very much spillage, but I was worried nonetheless.

Aunt Sherrie held the burgundy and gold panties in front of me. "So you like all of these do you?"

"Yes, I do." I squirmed a little more. I didn't want them to know that I had a little accident.

"Would you like to take them home with you," she said as she twirled the waistband of the panties delicately around her finger.

"Yes, Aunt Sherrie. I would."

"Well, that's good. You noticed Patti's and Bambi's cars in the driveway when you came here?"

"Yes."

"Well, why don't you go outside and wash their cars and mine."

Let me tell you that I brought out a shine on those cars that they hadn't seen since they rolled out of Detroit, or Osaka, or wherever the hell Infinitis and Saturns are coming from these days. I used elbow grease like a man possessed. There was enough wax in the garage to take care of all three cars; and I admit that I gave Patti's car two coats because she was so sweet to me. My uncle had a shop vacuum in the garage, so I got inside each car and vacuumed every square inch. When I noticed that Bambi's car was low on oil, I took off for the auto store to buy a few quarts of oil and a filter, jacked up her car, and gave her an oil change.

I may have gotten myself a little greasy and dirty, but after a few hours of loving attention to these vehicles I knew that each of these women would be driving down the street in the shiniest, cleanest cars on the road; frankly they didn't deserve anything less. Beautiful women in beautiful cars, now that's America.

When I finished I went inside Sherrie's house wash myself. I had totally lost myself in the job and didn't realize how late in the day it was. Patti and Bambi came outside to see how I had done and they were both very happy. Bambi gave me a pat on the back before saying goodbye to both Patti and myself; she said that my aunt was inside getting ready to go out.

After Bambi pulled out and drove off Patti spent a moment with me.

"Thanks for doing such a good job Vincent."

"It's no problem at all. Especially not for you, Patti."

"That's sweet of you to say. I hope you enjoy what is inside in the bag."

"I'm sure I will."

Patti gave me a little kiss on the cheek before leaving causing my heart stop jump. I went back into the house and cleaned up in the bathroom. After I dried clean I went back into the living room and saw Aunt Sherrie was coming out of her bedroom. She was dressed to kill in a short black skirt and black blouse with a low plunging lace neckline.

"Well, you'd better get going home soon. Your uncle is going to be getting home in a little while. We're going out with my brother and his wife. I have something for you here, of course."

I stood in the middle of her living room. She picked up the bag from the corner next to the sofa and motioned for me to sit down next to her. As she sat she crossed her legs, which gave me a great view of her calves. She was very sexy.

"I think that everything went well today. You seemed very comfortable talking to us. I'm so glad that you trust us, Vincent."

"Well, it's nice to have someone to talk to. Patti was right, I do get a little confused sometimes with who I am, but you all have been so good to me. Thanks a lot."

"Patti likes you," she said it like a schoolgirl teasing someone. It was intentional.

"Well, I like her too," I swallowed hard. I felt like a schoolboy being teased.

"Do you have a crush on her?" again with the teasing.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Okay, so I do."

Aunt Sherrie just grinned at me and handed me the bag.

"Here you go, sweetie. There are nine pairs in all, three from each of us. I'll bet you can guess who bought which pairs."

"I think I'm beginning to understand all of your tastes."

"We went to a little boutique that we have been shopping at for years. They sell a lot of imported lingerie. Most of these are from France. In fact I think they all are. That may be why they looked so different to you."

"Thank-you. I guess you're learning my tastes too," I said.

"Well, we have some experience with this after all."

There was that sentence again. The first time that Bambi and Patti had each given me payment in panties for jobs that I did for them they said the same thing to me. Now I needed to ask a question that had been rolling around in the back of my mind for months.

"Auntie, what do you mean by that? Patti and Bambi each said the same thing before. What are you talking about?"

"Let's just say that once upon a time someone very close to us confided in us that he had the same fascination that you have. We teased him at first and it caused a problem, a big problem. When we apologized and told him that we would support him, things got better. It was important for him to have someone to trust. That is just what I want for you. Okay?"

"Well, okay. I understand. You have been great to me. I love you, Auntie."

"I love you too, honey. Now it's time to go. Your uncle and I are going out in a little while."
* * *


I could not get home fast enough. I didn't run any red lights or blow through any stop signs, but I may have cut off a few smaller, slower cars. By the way, what the hell is it with these 75-year old men who have to drive these big-ass Cadillacs five miles an hour under the speed limit, and these fucking soccer moms in the Chevy Suburbans. Two k**s and they need an automobile big enough to carry the 82nd Airborne division. Cripes!

As you can imagine, I get a little irritable when slowpokes are interfering in my panty plan. I had the whole thing worked out in my head. First I had to clean up the pair I was wearing. I couldn't let anything bad happen to the baby blues Patti gave me. Second, after I showered, I'd lay out all the old pairs on one side of the bed and the new pairs on the other. Then I'd just take my time going from one pair to the other, stroking them across my body, stroking them across my cock.

The whole scheme nearly crapped out when I got home to a call from a friend who wanted to go out that night.

"Yo, dude. Where you been keeping. Come on and get ready, we're chasing girls tonight."

Girls, give me a fucking break; I've got panties to attend to. Boy, that sentence is a cause for concern.

"Hey, man. I've been working all day and I've got to rest a sore back."

"Well, okay. Cool man. Your loss means more for me. Later."

"Yeah, later." Click. "Jackass."

Left in peace at last to spend my Friday night the way I wanted, I proceeded to carry out my aforementioned plan to perfection. I laid the old collection to the left, and I laid the new contributions to the right. The gold and black embossed panties along with the burgundy and gold Embossed pair went up top. Below that I laid out the elegant tap pants that Patti likes to wear. Under those I placed Bambi's chosen gold thong. Then I dove into the bag for the final five pairs.

I pulled out another thong similar in style to the gold one. This one was copper, and it made a striking impression on me. I put it with its sister and returned to the bag. Next came out a pair of silk and lace briefs in black; the sides were dressed in silk with the front and rear of the briefs a solid piece of lace. I wasn't sure at first who had chosen these, but for some reason they made me think of Patti. My suspicion was confirmed when I took out the next pair. They were the same style as the two other pairs that Aunt Sherrie had chosen. The prettiest of the three, this pair was in mauve - sort of a tan color, but darker and richer. The embossed design was in black. Those went with the others.

The next pair of panties was obviously Patti's. They were another pair of tap pants in a dark hunter green. The final pair of panties could only have been chosen by Bambi. I guessed that she was a bit of a wild c***d, as bold in her underwear as she was in her language. She had chosen a leopard print thong that made me want to sit up and say, "meow." Not as elegant as the other thongs in the bag, it was no less sexy or expensive as it was genuine silk. In fact it was the smoothest of the bunch.

I worked myself into a frenzy that night. I took each pair of the new panties and caressed my body with them. I never knew anything so smooth. I had one pair in each hand and rubbed them around my chest, my legs, and my groin.

I took Sherrie's gold and black embossed panties and wrapped them around my cock. I stroked myself with them and imagined what they might look like on her. I fantasized about Aunt Sherrie wearing these panties and how they would accentuate her long sexy legs. I imagined her sitting on the edge of my bed with her legs crossed as she had in her living room earlier in the day. I pictured her seductively uncrossing her legs and inviting me in for a closer look of her beautiful panty-clad legs. I got harder as I imagined standing before me in these panties that she had picked out just for me and welcoming me in to take a sniff of her scent.

I changed over to the copper thong Bambi had bought. I wrapped the thin end of the thong around the base of my cock and rubbed myself through the soft silk fabric. I also picked up the exciting leopard thong and stroked my cock with it. I fantasized about Bambi also. I imagined her crawling up my body to rub her thong in my face as she grinded her thong into my nose. I fantasized about Bambi, the wild c***d who loves cocks so much pushing my body down on the bed and jumping onto my cock and taking me for a hard ride with her thong.

And I fantasized about Patti, the wonderful woman who literally held my hand throughout the interview with my aunt and her sisters. Patti, who had been so comforting and gentle with me. Patti, who preferred tap pants. I stroked myself with the dark green tap pants while imagining Patti holding out her arms and welcoming me close to her naked bosom. I wanted her to hold my body tight as she had held my hand earlier. She was wearing the dark green panties that I held in my hand. I conjured the image of caressing her through her very special garments, and I grew even harder still when she smiled down on me.

I rose from the bed and stood over my collection clutching the pink tap pants and pressing them against my chest. I used the nude nylon bikinis that Aunt Sherrie had given me months ago to pump my cock. I drank in all the panties spread out before me on my bed and pumped harder and harder until I had an irrisitable need to come. I came right into the panties that I held in my hand, and I didn't stop pumping until I was dry.

The clean up was quick. I wanted to wash the semen out of my nude nylons before a stain set in. I was becoming frantic about ruining anything, and I decided to wear a condom from now on in order to catch my load.

I went to sleep that night wearing Patti's dark pink tap pants. Again, she seemed to find the panties that I enjoyed the most. Or maybe it was just the emotional bond that I felt for her. Either way, I fell asleep dressed in the little pink panties that she had bought just for me. And I never slept better in my life.
* * *


Several months would go by without any jobs to complete for Aunt Sherrie or her sisters. I had plenty of time to play with all the sexy garments that they had provided me with so far, and I tried not to get greedy hoping that soon one of them would have a new task for me.

I had one or two conversations on the phone with my aunt during this time. She called to check in on me and to see if I was okay. She also started asking some questions about my social life like if I was dating anyone. I hadn't been meeting any girls lately. The stresses of balancing college work, a part-time job, and my secret fetish conspired to keep me out of circulation. That and the fact that I wasn't feeling very comfortable around girls in general.

"You know, you need to get out and circulate from time to time," she advised.

"I know, but sometimes it seems a little hard. I get nervous."

"Is there anyone out there you've had your eye on?"

"No, not really. A lot of the girls are already seeing someone, and many of the others just aren't interesting."

"Well, maybe there is something auntie can do to help you."

"Like what?"

"You just let auntie see what she can do. Goodbye, honey."

Click. She hung up the phone.

In the several weeks following my interview with my aunt Sherrie and her sisters, Patti and Bambi, things sort of went into cruise control. I was entrenched in studies during my sophomore year in college, and I was also busy with an after hours job to help pay my way. To all outward appearances I was a typical college student just trying his hardest to earn good grades, make a little money, and put myself in a position to get a good job after my eventual graduation.

Of course there was this other little factor that was happening also. A little thing that precious few people in this world knew about, and I wanted to keep it that way. I’m not ashamed to say it now, but I was just a little panty freak. I have this panty fetish. Nothing gets me turned on more than a sexy pair of women’s panties. The sexier or more exotic they are, the more aroused I get.

Best of all, I had this incredible source of panties: my aforementioned Aunt Sherrie and her two sisters. The interview - as I came to call it - took place several weeks earlier. It basically involved my giving the ladies a summary of what I liked to do with the panties that they had given me for doing several jobs around their houses. These were typical handyman things that any trained chimpanzee could do. It just gave them the opportunity to help me along. Talking about my sexual proclivities with the ladies’ undergarments was the most erotic experience of my life up to that time.

I had always wondered why they would do something that most people would consider weird, if not a little disturbed. My Aunt had told me that I reminded them of someone close to the three of them who had a similar issue, and that they found the need to be supportive. She did not tell me who it was or elaborate more on the story, and I thought that she was protecting someone’s privacy as she had protected mine. She had given me support and understanding and love, and there wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for her.

The winter had come slowly that year, but when it did arrive it hit hard. By the end of a late January storm there was so much snow on the ground that the weathermen had lost track of how much had fallen. They didn’t need rulers to measure it anymore they needed yardsticks. All that crystallized moisture on the ground needed to get moved somehow. Fortunately for my aunt and her sisters they had a willing helper at the ready.

I had arranged with my Aunt Sherrie and her older sister Patti to plow and shovel around their houses. Bambi was too far away, and her husband was home to take care of the snow removal anyway. I talked with both Sherrie and Patti the night before the snow really hit, and we arranged the same price of three pairs of panties for services rendered.

By this time in my relationship with these women the whole issue of payment in panties had become a running joke. They all knew that if any of them called me for any reason that I would be all too glad to drop whatever I was doing and help them, panties or not. Patti specifically had a special place in my heart, and I accepted that I would do back flips for her at her request. While all three women had been understanding with me, and while I certainly felt an attraction to each of them, I thought that I connected with Patti on a different level.

Early in the morning, before the sun had risen, I woke up with strong morning wood. I was aroused and wanted to tend to my first erection of the day, so I grabbed a fistful of panties from their drawer and placed them on the bed in a pile. I knelt in front of the panties on the bed and one by one began to rub them around my hard-on. I went through the thongs and bikinis first and eventually got to the more sophisticated fare that had come from the French Boutique, a lingerie shop where Aunt Sherrie and her sisters shopped.

I held my cock in the pink tap pants that Patti had bought while rubbing my chest with the mauve panties that Aunt Sherrie gave me. This was a favorite combination of mine. My penis was rigid as I graced the silk pink tap pants around and around the most sensitive parts of my groin. Then I decided to try something new.

I emptied the entire drawer of panties onto the pile on the bed. I placed the copper thong on the pillow at