Not the start of my knicker sniffing and stealing by a long way but one that sticks in the memory.

When I was about 14/15, I often used to go round my mates house for Sunday lunch.  Mum was always working so I was on my own mostly and his parents would feed me.  They had money & he had an old motorbike we would ride around the paddocks where he lived.  They had a stable and his younger sister would always be out riding on a Sunday morning.

She'd come in and take a shower before lunch so, every Sunday, there was a pair of her dirty knickers on the bathroom floor.  This was years and years ago so of course she wore proper cotton knickers but did she ever make them filthy!  It was the riding I suppose or maybe she didn't change them every day but they always were really stained yellow in the gusset and smelled of her pussy.  Sometimes bonus skid marks from her bottom too!

I'd hold her dirty knickers to m nose and wank myself stupid in the bathroom, then go downstairs and eat lunch with her sitting accross the table from me.  Wonderful!