My neighbor is a sexy eighty-five year old widow. I've always loved seeing her and breathlessly admiring her black panties on the washing line. The other night, about midnight, I was lucky enough to spot that she'd left her panties out overnight. I slipped across the fence, got my clothes off, and put on her panties. They were so smooth and delicate. After a while I took them off, and then kissed the gusset panel, knowing that the next time she put on her most intimate garment, it would carry my kiss.
— Larry, 65