For a recollective time now since I was Brigham Young I've had a fascination with girls panties. Over the eld I've had chance to pilfer around and get clench of ex girlfriend sisters panties but that just seemed too gentle.

This clip was a tangible risk of infection and was so exciting.

To devote you a bit of background, for my job I travel around a lot going to different people's places, whether it be there offices or home role. This particular one was home office.

Its a typical family run business, female parent father 2 Word and a young daughter. This is a man who has remarried so I only knew about the sons, until last week.

I was there as formula. I go every 3 months and it usually takes the break of day until other good afternoon to make out the work. I usually get left on my own in there while the others go to mould. Like I said it's a work place and a home.

The Padre saw me briefly to go through what needs doing and he went out into the K to work. The Son were out somewhere contracting and the mother was away all day and the girl was out.

So it got to around 10am and the father came in for refreshment. We chatted for a piece before his phone rang. He came off the phone and told me he needed to go out to look at some equipment and would be back around 1 ish when I was due to finish. He went and I was all alone, and then it hit me ... ... ..Daughters bedroom !

My ticker quickly skipped a rhythm as the thought of finding a brace of used pantie was making my nous race.

I watched as his car push away and out of the pace and I knew then it was my second. I got up and made my way up the stairs. My breathing was erratic and I could experience my cock getting hard.

I got to the top of the stairs and there is 5 doors. I had never been upstair in the house so this was all a bit new to me. First door was the parents room, a huge room with great views out to the James Jerome Hill. Next was the bathroom. The next two were the boys rooms, typical boring stuff in those rooms and then the last door was the jackpot.
I eased the door open up and straight away was hit by the odorous odor of perfume.
I stood for a moment just looking around the room. It was all the usual girls clobber, modest bed, school awarding, make up and pictures.
I looked around and there it was on the bulwark. A pictorial matter of the daughter. So young and so cunning and destitute. I got hard again just gazing at the picture.

I was just about to bet around for the one affair I was craving when I heard a vehicle. The Father-God was driving back up the yard. I panicked ! ! ! There was no reason for me to be upstairs as his office and other can was downstairs. I bolted out the room shutting the door behind me. I ran downstairs and back to the office.

I was out of breath and must have been bright red when he came back in. He sat and talked to me for a while. It turns out he just forgot some paperwork and came back to collect it.

So he said bye again and off he went down the yard.

I knew now that my window of opportunity was closing fast if I was going to get my pantie fix. For all I knew the female parent or sons could just come back without warning.

With this noesis I bolted back upstairs when I saw his car movement away again.

As I walked back in the sleeping room I quickly started to look for pantie. There was a modest pile of apparel at the hind end of the bed. As I routed through them I realised it was just shirts and trousers.

I then went over to the clothes bond in the corner, surely there would be some in here ... .Nothing ! Just a shirt. This can't be happening I thought to myself.

Just as I thought that my destiny was out and it wasn't going to be my day, I spun quickly round to see a pocket-size pair of dungaree on the floor ... ... Could this be it !

I picked the dungaree up to find a diminished pair of step-in in them. She must have slid them off with the underwear still in them if that makes sense.
They were a set of ping ones. Almost like boys boxers. I instantly went to the part where her kitty-cat sits in them. It had a little bit of dehydrated sack in them but not a lot. After all she is only young.

My sum was beating like looney and my branch were shaking. I placed the panty to my pry and instantly was swept away by the dumbfound musty puss smell and a footling bit of pee smell.

Trying to keep my ego together I instantly shot through to the bathroom and stood at the sink. I unzipped my fly and top button and let my trousers hit the floor. My erecting was trying heavily to burst out of my boxers.

I pulled my pecker out of my boxers, put the panties back up to my nuzzle and started to stroke my peter. I was in heaven as I was inhaling this miss pussy smell.
I moved my intrude around to different parts of the pantie. I smelt the pee smell parting and then the ass part and then back to the fusty discharge bit. As I took my last inhale I felt by balls tingle and my sack tighten.

I then completely shot my load all over the sump and almost collapsed as my legs were shaking and getting frail.

Load after load spurted out of my turncock as i inhaled her sweet odor.

I dropped her scanty and cleaned my prick and the sump whilst getting my breath back and returning back to normal. What an experience that was. What a feeling. What an orgasm.

I picked up her panties and pulled my trouser back up and went back to her bedroom.

As I was putting her step-in back into the jean, ensuring everything was left the way it was I stood and stared at the film of her on the wall.

I took a couple more inhales while looking into her eyes, just imagining her sat all day wearing these scanty. Each clip she went to the bathroom and wiped her pussy after peeing. Just sitting around, legs crossed with those panty pressed close against her Pres Young puss. I almost fritter away my load again.

Everything was back in its place so I headed back downstair. I made a cup of coffee, rolled a grass and headed outside.

As I was drinking my deep brown and inhaling the coffin nail I had time to reflect on what had just happened. The hazard, the challenge, the belittled windowpane of opportunity. What a bombilation that was ... ....

And my concluding intellection is this. Like I said earlier, I go to this place every 3 calendar month so I'll be due to go again in January. As I sit here now I'm getting hard thinking about getting another sniff of her panties.

I'm imagining her having masturbated in them before I find them, that would be heaven.

We 'll just suffer to await and see.

Roll on January.

To Be continued ... ... ... ...