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. We weren’t very physical at the time. We did not hug or kiss. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. For the next two weeks, my routine was exactly the same. First, I would wake up. Second, I would find my sister's panties from the previous day. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth and, sometimes, seventh, I would masturbate while tasting and smelling and dancing around with my sister's panties covering my face. It was a wonderful life. Then my sister left for college and, likewise, so did her panties.

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!

He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me closer. “More hugs for my little girl. Got it!” He said. I wonder if he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that shirt. 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'!

In fact, I’m betting some of you are panty sniffers and don’t even realize it; it’s one of those ingrained mother habits like cleaning your child’s face with your spit, or using your shirt to wipe a boogery nose. And while smelling underwear is a good way to determine cleanliness, I wouldn’t recommend doing it at a dinner party or in mixed company if the host should happen to return a pair of underwear to you. Assume the underwear is clean and do the sniffing at home.So I’m in the middle of talking to the three of them, when I absent mindedly took the panties, turned the crotch inside out, and sniffed them. 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: During my employment, I followed these pads with much interest and regularly changed out my finds, keeping the freshest ones until replacements arrived. I was extremely curious about the identity of my 'supplier' but wasn't dumb enough to actually show up in business hours to look at the ladies. My fantasy was just too good to ruin that way.

It took a long, long time for me to attain any level of clarity about what happened that cold winter day over eight years ago. Over time, the wounds have healed—though they’ll never completely go away. But I have learned some important life lessons, and here’s what they are: The biggest issue is how fresh absolutely just showered how most women would want to be is to neutral. 6 or 8 hours in panties is about right for me.

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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.

Step #2 to selling used underwear online: connect with potential buyers. Begin to connect with your potential clients. Identify the kind of clients whom you may share similarities in terms of tastes in color, design, material, etc. of the underwear. Initiate chat-based communication with them. That way you get to know willing buyers. Chat can be done through the online chat platform or by private messaging. I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. He chose my knee.The house was also a lot more peaceful than how I remembered it. Gone were my two older brothers, both having left the house shortly before I departed for college. The only ones left were my parents and my little sister, Holly, who was going to be leaving for college in a month. At the time, everyone was working during the day, so I had the house to myself. It was wonderful. No, I perform this (not so secret anymore) act on the tiny girl panties because there aren’t visual signs of dirtiness, and more importantly, I hate doing laundry and I hate washing clean clothes even more. 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.