When I was a teen (long ago), I went into my sister's room when no one was home and went to her underwear drawer. I felt of the smooth cool panties and could not resist the chance. I dropped my jeans and put them on. I left them on the whole day and kept them. My sister sort of suspected that I had taken them, but never mentioned it. I did notice that she would accidently leave her bedroom door cracked every once in a while, so I could peek in on her. Regrettably, that is as far as it went.
— Barry, 66