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jmoo2k5 · Panty "PLATINUM" Joined: Jun 21, 2006 Posts: 284

I can say that I never felt guilty about looking up a skirt or down the pants of any female friend or acquaintance. It was two people that came to mind, one was an acquaintance/someone I always flirted with. We called her peanut butter, and she was 4'11 and a half and maybe 90 pounds. She bought most of her clothes out of the kids section, when this happen she was teasing me about something and I started tickling her side and her shirt came up. She was wearing white cotton victoria secret briefs. I didnt know they came in a size that small and of course I kept tickling her until she smiled and pulled her shirt down.

a good of friend of mine's live in girlfriend at the time whom besides her love to cook, alcohol, and a ridiculous amount pretty friends. She also was a campus police officer and had several glocks, but always left her clothes on the bathroom floor. So any given trip to the bathroom, you could simply move a pair of pants and easily find a 38/40 d bra and whatever recent panties she wore on recent days on the floor. Also, they worked out together and she lost 30-40 pounds, so she was still wearing her size 8 panties.
Whenever, I would goto the bathroom after a few drinks, I'd look thru and find maybe red satin vanity fair briefs, some star or heart print bikinis from morgan taylor or a plain baby blue thong. She never wore white panties, because most times she always left at least 10 pairs of panties lying around the bathroom floor. All assorted colors and prints, sizes 6-8, when she moved out, she left her panties there for a couple of months. I borrowed the baby thong, some black satin bikins and returned those. I kept her brown satin victoria secret briefs for my enjoyment, she had 2 other pairs unworn in the same color.
She finally came back to get her clothes before I could get some more, oh well.
Now, the year before, they were living together, she had a roomate named melissa. I'd see her all the time and she'd speak, we knew a lot of the same people. My opinion all changed, when one evening out I slept over, they told me sleep in her bed. I slept on the floor , instead, and i awakened and couldnt go back to sleep. I looked under the bed and saw a pair floral print cotton panties. Hmm, I started looking thru the drawers, wasnt much in there but some old danskin/tights, and few pairs of worn briefs. I looked thru the small suitcase in the bedroom, a pair of beige/nude cotton victoria secret panties. I looked in her closet, she kept her dirty panties in a small white basket and the sexy satins in a these stacking basket-type things. They were all various floral print satin panties from a store called cacique, except for this pair of leopard print satin panties, which I wanted to grab but decided not to. I also found the other 2 pair exactly like the one I found under the bed. So I sniffed and played with a pair of the black floral satin, went back to sleep. But for the rest of the semester, if i saw melissa in her black workpants, usually those leopard print satin panties were showing. If she wore her tan slacks, those beige cotton vickis were showing, it was like clockwork. I also missed out on the mardi gras streetcar blowjob tradition she had, oh well stit happens