Sniff My Panties!!: Naughty Girls Do

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Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased. I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended.

To this day i wonder if anyone found my wififap spot. I wonder what they thought when they found it..lol i can hear one of the workers say 'oh dear god'! He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect. This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me.The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap. I walked over to her bed, ignoring the other piles of clothing, and stopped in front of the panties. Something was stirring in me that I had never felt before. I had never been excited about a woman's undergarments before, giving them about as much attention as I give my own. But the thought of touching and smelling something that touches my own sister's cunt became very exciting to me suddenly.

All of my friends were long gone from this God- forsaken town, but I did not mind. I didn't have to work for a while yet, so I would stay up late watching TV or videos or playing my newly relocated PlayStation. After sleeping past noon, I would wake up and read some comic books, take a shower and then start my routine over again. I got along very well with my family, but we pretty much left each other alone when we were together. Pleasantries would be exchanged and then we would move on to our own business. Okay, this is the long story, of how it actually happened. Sorry if it's a little long, but I promise if you read both parts, that you will actually end up enjoying it. Here we go:Sitting on the toilet, I smothered Holly's panties into my face with my left hand as I ferociously jerked myself off with my right hand. I again breathed in her smell. I felt like an animal. Nothing had ever turned me on so much before. I started panting, tiring from the excitement. After a few minutes, I came. Cum splattered on the wall five feet away from where I was seated on the toilet.

The one that takes her panties of and gives them to you. May even rub them gusset up under your nose. Whenever I do my laundry, I fold my clothes straight out of thedryerto avoid wrinkling and if I wait I probably wont fold them so it's just convenient. Sometimes I'm busy and I don't put themaway right away. For the past 6 or so months I've noticed that when I go to put them away some of my underwear are missing but I thought nothing of it (maybe I didn't wash them? Maybe dryer ate them? Maybe in hubbies nightstand? lol) until a month ago I washed almost all of my underwear at the same time and out of about 15-20 pairs only 3 of them were there. I was forced to go buy new underwear when I had just bought brand new ones. Well my mom in law is cleaning out my nephews' room(me and DH live with his parents and 3 nephews, oldest, david, is 12) In 2008, I had to take a job as a janitor. I never knew about the benefits of this job. Not long into the job, I found one of these benefits. I make my 12yo and 13yo stepdaughters wear the same ** for the days. Those lovely white cotton ones, just plain but absorbent. After three days of use (they sleep in them too), they're lovely and stained. I collect them on the third morning after they've showered and left them lying on the bathroom floor.

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Now before you start thinking I’m some pervert who likes the smell of panties, let me explain that I do not get any type of perverse pleasure out of this; that it is, in fact, rather gross; and I am not an equal opportunity panty sniffer. I do not sniff my husband’s boxer briefs or my momderwear, because there are visual signs delineating clean or dirty. I’ll just leave it at that. I don’t smell my son’s underwear either because he’s pretty good at keeping the laundry separated from the clean pile. I’m fortunate to live on a street where I have many close friends. We barbeque, share recipes, go walking on early weekend mornings, and have play dates. I like to think of living on this street as my own version of Wisteria Lane without the dysfunction, destruction and death! I told him to stay there and finish whatever he wanted just to clean up after himself, to place the pads in the can, and then to put the panties in the hamper. Then I left. Pa-Pa sent someone over alright. When I returned home later that day, I noticed I had a message on my answering machine. It was Tim, my Pesky Brother-in-Law. "Hi, Ree, " the message said. "Pa-Pa called to tell me your toilet was broken, so I swung by and took a look at it while you were gone. It’s fine—the chain had just fallen off and I fixed it; just wanted you to know." I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained.

His other arm he wrapped around me, lower when I was wearing a bra but no t-shirt; but when my bare breasts were hidden behind a bulky shirt, he got high enough so that I could feel his arm brush up against them. I’m either 18 or 19, just out of high-school (so maybe 15 years ago), and my friend was a year younger than me. We had both had a class together a year earlier with a female friend of ours. At the time, she was one of my closest friends and he had a major thing for her. If I recall correctly, she knew about it. But what about all of you out there! How many of you have the courage to confess your membership in this club? What other embarrassing things have you done in front of family and friends that left you horrified? Come on – out with it! After graduating from high school with a mediocre GPA, I embarked on a mediocre college career. Six years and countless "incompletes" later, a college graduate was born. Not only that, but a high school French teacher was born. My interest in learning the French language came about after I found out Gerard Depardieu was a "sex symbol" in France. I figured if he could be desirable to women, why not me? I just needed to have some knowledge of the language so I could say sexy French words to sexy French women. How I ended up with a teaching degree, I am still not sure.In the five seconds of stunned silence that followed, I was acutely aware of two things: that I had just smelled the crotch of my daughter’s panties in public, and my friends were staring at me with a mix of horrific wonder. Sure, you may get a few to admit it over the anonymous cover of the internet. But are you really going to go up to your buddy and say: “Man, I was sniffing some awesome panties last night. It was great!”