pantiesincident

At this point, we have learned and accepted the facts about Granny and her ass. Recently, I went on a voyage into the laundry room to gather more evidence. I got more than I bargained for. It was a mission of danger and pure suspense. As I was capturing this evidence, Granny had snuck up behind me and didn't say a word about what I was doing. I had only one task: seek out Granny's panties and capture the severe racing stripes that paint her dirty old drawers.

I had found what I was looking for. Next to the case of cheap soda-pop was a pair of panties, still tangled in Granny's polyester pants. I was elated to have made such a terrific discovery so soon in my mission.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
There are no words to describe the foulness that was invading the lens on my camera. At this point, I was gagging, but my trusty pair of rubber gloves allowed me to investigate the scene. Here we see proof that Granny doesn't wipe her ass! I love the large chunk on the crease of the nasty old panties. It makes me want to throw up just looking at it.

As the laughter subsided and I had captured the panties in their disgusting glory, I made a HORRIFYING discovery.
THESE ARE MY PANTIES!!!!!
These are my "laundry-day" panties that I wear when I don't have any good underwear. I felt my stomach sink. I was filled with questions "how long has this been going on?" "how many times have I confidently put on a pair of panties not knowing that the day before they may have been painted by Granny's ass juice?" I was terrified. I got this mental image of Granny wearing my white bikini panties and staining them without my knowledge.
I decided that I had to take extreme measures in this matter.
I threw ALL OF MY PANTIES away and bought new ones. I now will have to keep my panties locked away, far from Granny and her wrinkled old ass.

I think I need therapy. I am scarred.

Are my thongs safe? Does Granny desire the ability to wear panties and not have a line?

I'm going to be sick.