Mom was at work, and I was lounging around in the late morning watching The Price is Right, when Penny returned home from playing tennis. Why?!”
“Well, um, it’s because they smell like you… like your pussy.” I explained. Again, it never occurred to me that anyone would notice — I never claimed to be overly bright. My freshman year at college was exactly what it should have been – exciting, liberating, experimental, and educational. Over the course of my first few weeks at home, I’d developed a wonderful routine of stealing a fresh pair of Penny’s panties, and I’d hideaway in my room, gingerly pleasuring myself as I imagined how they cupped her dainty little quim. With brown hair and green eyes, I’d been working on transforming my popsicle-stick appendages into lean, muscular arms and legs by working out, and playing a lot of ice-hockey.
