They were still cute. They were bunched in the back and satin all over and were a perfect match to the bra I had out. It then occurred to me that something was missing. I opened the drawer again and found that the panties I had placed on top were missing. Seriously? I just saw him not an hour ago and he already took another pair.
I went to put my towel in the laundry and everything looked different. I picked up my yoga pants and shirt I had on earlier, and low and behold, the panties he was wearing earlier were in there. I didn't want to pick them up, but my hand moved on their own. I looked at the front of them and could see that there was a white residue left in them and on the outside.
I could feel my p***y getting damp, even though I wanted to be upset. He was wearing my panties and
