"Now don't take this personally, okay?" Christine looked at me, confused. This was obviously very personal; I was just fucking with her. ... "Can't have you seeing where I'm taking you, can we?" I took a black foam sleeping mask and held it over her eyes, adjusting the strap in the back until it fit perfectly. "You know what happens if this ever comes off without my say-so, right? Or if you try to pull any stupid shit?" "Hmmmm?" I made an exaggerated. Music, if it can be called that, played loudly but the party-goers chatted rather than danced. There wasn’t a boy there with whom Emily wouldn’t have enjoyed one of her east-coast dates. Then, suddenly, the room was pitching black. At first, Emily thought the power must have gone out. Then she felt a pair of masculine hands on her body and a mouth covered hers. She eagerly played a fervid game of tongue hockey with a piece of Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit serving as the puck. Emily had just scored a. Let me set the scene we had been out for a number of drinks at out local so she was not dressed up just jeans and a blouse i wasnt even sure if she had panties on as i was downstairs when she was getting dressed(she doesnt normally wear panties with jeans) and at our local you can double up on shorts for £1 extra so she was full of Jack Daniels and coke and by 11.30pm she was hammered. I called a taxi and we waited outside the pub, the fresh air seemed to just chop her off at the legs she was. I think it actually got a little bit hard, all I knew was that it felt so good at the time. They night started a life long Fetish with Women’s Panties. Not just the smell of them , but even just the sight of them to this day excites me to no end. It didn’t take long before every time I would go into someone’s bathroom I would always look and search in their hamper for any woman or girls Panties to smell. I can’t help myself, even to this day I still do it. Probably around the age of 12 or 13 if.