My most memorable experience with Aunt Rachel and her panties happened when I was 16 and had just started to drive. My Mom asked me to drop a cake pan off at Aunt Rachel’s on my way to work; I jumped at the chance since it was always a pleasure to see Aunt Rachel, the object of my wildest fantasies.
When I got to her house I found that no-one was home. The wheels in my panty crazed mind began to turn. I found the spare key they kept hidden on the front porch, nervously unlocked the