Jane always wore knee-length dresses made out of really thin material, and her panty lines were extremely visible. I even detected the hint of a thong sometimes. Up until now, I had never gotten a glimpse of her underwear, be it her panties or bras, as she hung them privately in her own bathroom instead of the common laundry area.
I didn’t get a chance to go into her room for at least a month, as Jane and Kalvin were always at home. But finally, after almost a month of waiting, I got my first chance. Kalvin had gone back to our home country on a long weekend, and Jane was out at a ball with her boyfriend.
Locking the front door, I finally took out her bedroom key from its hiding place and fitted it into the lock. I knew that I had to have this bitch’s panties. I turned on her light and, without even having to search for it, found her hamper in a corner of the room. It was full of dirty clothing, as it was a Friday, and Jane only did her laundry once a week on Sundays.
I approached the hamper slowly and carefully started taking out articles of clothing, taking care to remember the arrangement. The first pair I found was a light blue silk thong, very lightly stained. I lifted it to my nose and was disappointed at the lack of much of a scent. She must have only worn it for a little while. I continued digging through her laundry, and found the next pair tucked inside a pair of jeans, a baby-blue pair of cotton briefs that was heavily stained with her cunt juices. I would later come to know that this bitch was a heavy leaker; all her panties would normally be heavily soaked with her juices.
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