Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
You’ve been CAUGHT! Every time I leave you home alone, my panty drawer is all messed up when I come back. My undies are ruffled as if they’ve been handed and folded back hastily. They are all out of order and mixed, thongs and cheekies piled with the boyshorts and gstring. Not at all like I organize them when I do laundry. Sometimes I even think I’m missing a pair or two. I know I’m not crazy; it had to be you.
Only I couldn’t prove it until now. I’ve caught you with your hand in the panty drawer, little boy.
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