The sexier thebetter. Tight and sexy is the best. I can trace dressing for pleasureback almost 20 years. The second thing I can admit is, I am also ap...nty-sniffer. In reality I guess I was always a panty-sniffer, I justdidn?t know it until my sophomore year of college. That was my firstyear as a Resident Assistant, and the first year I discovered thewonders of a soiled pair of panties.As with so many other obsessions, the first step, happened so quickly Ican?t even really remember it. The only. She was happy she could be a good wife and mother. Rod kissed her forehead, then rolled off and lay beside her. ‘That was fine, as usual, baby.’ ‘I love you, Rod,’ Lise said softly. ‘Yeah, baby, me, too,’ her husband mumbled, then Lise heard the sound of snoring begin. He was asleep. Why should this time be different? Lise slipped out of their bed and walked to the bathroom. Recently she’d noticed she had a vague feeling of unease after they finished making love. She didn’t understand what it. In college I joined a racquetball club and played in the women's league.One of the girls I met was Linda. Linda was half African-American andhalf Italian, about 5'10" weighing around 130 pounds. A wonderful by-product of her parent's love. The only odd thing about her was that noneof the girls in the league seemed to care for her. No one talked to her, orwanted to play with her-she was an outcast. Because Linda was one ofthe few non-white members, I wondered if her forced isolation was due. She belittled him constantly, undermined him with his school & his last few remaining friends until he had none. He grew up desperately trying to please her & failing miserably. Now, at nineteen, Jimmy always asked his mother what he should do when someone told him something at school. Jeanette was delighted. Now she had a male who she could completely control & she did, constantly, from what he should wear to whose company he should keep & what he should talk about. She controlled his every.