Amy slipped off the bed and padded barefoot to the door of her brother's bedroom. She was wearing a pair of boy-cut pajamas, that looked anything but ...oyish on her. She'd had to unbutton the top halfway down the front; it had been too tight across her nubile young tits."Shhh! Stop it, Berta--you'll wake her up!" You told me she sleeps like the dead," Roberta answered, teasing in her voice."Look, it's bad enough that you insisted on staying here while Amy is sleeping--" She's big enough to know. "Haha yea I can see that, imaging one of our other friends got a hold and saw you were texting me about that, man, we'd have a LOT of explaining to do." Oh man, I'd die. I just started hanging out with you guys a couple months ago! I guess that means you've never done anything like that with them?" Oh god no, never! Definitely never had something go even anywhere near what we did last time. Don't think a 'Lets strip as a bet' would have worked in a group of two guys! Think we just sort of both. Thanks.”Meadow waited until she heard the door click shut again, then stepped out and quickly dried. Her whole crotch felt a little tender, still worked up. She chuckled, wondering if this was something like the sensation of ‘blue balls’ she’d heard boys talk about. Regardless, the moment had passed, thankfully, and Meadow quickly forgot about her confusing fantasy in the shower.After putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Meadow retrieved the note. Scrawled in her grandfather’s rather. By the end of my senior year, I counted 97 pairs of panties in my collection and still had a little room to grow. By the time the summer was over and I was into my freshman year in college, the collection was into the low triple digits.It was mid-way through that summer that a major event occurred in my life, an event that changed my outlook on life forever. I had been out with some friends to watch their senior league baseball game and came home around 10:30. I headed upstairs to my room and.