I was reading your stories and I thought back to my first panty snatch. I was 12. A neighborhood widow asked if I would paint her daughter’s and future son in law’s room prior to their wedding. Tina, her daughter, was a thin thing, almost 20, an older woman, to me. Each day when she came home from work, she would change her clothes and strip all the way down to her panties, leaving them over the edge of the bathtub. Each day I would wait until she came home to use the can, just to get a whiff. One
