My panty love began when I was a young boy, delving through my mother’s collection of silky delights. I can’t remember the details of the first encounter with panties, that first caress and scent, but I do recall sneaking up to her bedroom when she was out or pre-occupied, and sifting through the pairs in her drawer. It was a feast to the eyes and to the hands. However, easily the most memorable and sensual time in my panty experience was with another mother’s panties – my best friend’s mother’s, Margaret…
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