The panties of my life…The name and just thinking about panties always makes blush and horny. I dont know the exact date when everything began, but I can remember almost every single pair of this intimate piece of female clothing that I have used, stolen, seen, and taste.I really believed in my early years that something very wrong was happening to me. I never told anyone about my love for ladies underware til the internet. My first encounters, like almost anyone else, they were my mom’s panties, as well as my gramma, aunts, and couple of older cousins. I love the feel against my parts, the silky rubbing my tiny clit and butt. The most amazing feeling was the cotton bridge going on my crutch. Years went by and I hit pre teen age years. We used to visit relatives and friends. All those places normally had one bathroom or two, and they were golden mines. My first stolen panties were a little later when I discovered the scense of the PUSSY. While visiting friends of the fam, I ventured myself to the upstairs bathroom, since the one down stairs güvenilir bahis was occupied. I got the go ahead by the lady of the house who had 3 daughters, being the eldest my own age. She had developed already a nice butt, and a pair of small boobs. She was regular size for her age and just normal. I did my business and notice the dirty laundry basket next to the sink. My imagination got wild, I reached to the top and started moving clothes around. I was in paradise, one pair of white cotton bikini with a little bow in the front and some residue (little yellow) in the crotch. A bonner was in place right away, I did not know what to do, for some reason I smell them and I was gone out of this world. I took my shorts off along with my boxer with already pre-come. The next move… you guessed it right, I put those panties on me, still with a hard on, put back my boxers, shorts and wash my hands…. closed the basket and went down stairs. What a rush. My boonnneerr was contained by the cotton panties, I could until this day feel the türkçe bahis cotton crotch bridge. I saw the owner all afternoon just thinking if she knew I was wearing her panties. That day I wanted to go back to that bathroom son badly to find more of her underpants. I could not. Getting to my house and getting to the bathroom was the priority, I wanted to see my treasure, I wanted to observed my ass in panties, and I wanted to smell them one more time. I rushed pass everyone and sure enough they had more stains. I took them off, I smell them again and put them in my pocket.As that day, I became a criminal. I stole my first pair of panties.Couple months after that first incident, we had another reunion with these people again. My mind could not get around on how in the hell I was going to get to that upstairs bathroom. Finally I orchestrated a simple plan, I have to wait til the downstairs bathroom would be occupied and then, zoom with permission to go to the one upstairs. It was not long til someone used it and I asked permission to use güvenilir bahis siteleri the one upstairs. What an exciting moment, I did not have to do anything but to look into that basket. It was full again, I felt a little bad for taking the other ones, this time I was just going to smell anything with a cotton bridge.This time around there were almost 9 pairs of them, my luck had change the bonner came back. 5 pair of black satin bikinis and 4 pairs of white cotton panties. All of them with different smells and textures, the lady of the house was a petite and very horny woman, then I understood by the amount of discharge she had on her undies. I had an idea she wore only black panties for all the peaking i had done. That day I could not make my self take any of them. Several years this events happened in that house, the others daughters grew to become lovely ladies with different sense of pride into their underwear, the mother changed too, she got into lace and thongs. I stole one pair of panties from each women in that house and kept them as trophies til the day I went to college.The final day of those panties, I licked them, I played with them and I came so hard on them I still remember… then tragic end…. GARBAGE.More panties’ stories to come…. and hard.Iliana