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It all started after my sister found out that I was wearing her panties and using them as my own personal sperm bank when I made it back to my room after peeking into her bedroom window from my mother’s closet. Mom often hung her bras in her closet after she changed clothes which made them nice and convenient on the nights that I was lucky enough to find my sister had left her shade open while she would sometimes slowly change into her pj’s. The best nights were when she would take off all her clothes except her panties...

I was in my teens and had been secretly wearing my mom's slips when no one was home. The feel of them drove me wild and I loved the feel against my body. I would also try on other things of hers so that I could get the full effect of what it felt like to be dressed in such wonderful clothes. The couple next door asked my mom if I would watch their house for a week while they were away. They wanted me to feed their cat, take the mail in and just check on things. I was...

When I was at school in the early 1960s, I always passed my Great Aunt Vera’s place on the way home. She had a small shop and, whenever I called in, she would always have cakes and sweets that were past there sell-by date but good enough to eat anyway. But I had another reason for stopping by. I’d discovered that she would often do her ironing wearing just her underwear. I used to try to arrive on wash day, when she had all her panties and slips hanging on the line to dry. I would brush up against them...

I once was on an inventory crew assigned to a large department store. A supervisor approached me and said to follow her to the “IA” department. I soon found out that “IA” stands for “Intimate Apparel.” “I want you to inventory our panties,” said the supervisor. She handed me a scanner, instructing me how to remove the panties, scan the bar code on the tags and replace the panties back on the display. The main wall, which I dubbed “The Great Wall of Panties,” had a cluster of 50, foot and a half long pegs, ten across and five down....

I was one of four children in our house. My two older sisters were very close to me in age, and my younger sister was born just after I turned three. When my baby sister was still a baby, I remember how sweet she looked in her frilly dresses and rhumba panty covered botttom. Sometimes when my mother was changing my baby sister, she would ask me to help her by putting the dirty clothes in the hamper. This was when I first began to feel the ruffles of the panty covers. I really did not think much about this...