They were all lined up at the track, ready to run. The coach blew the whistle and they started to run. The heat and sweat was building up on you. She just kept running, you getting drenched in her sweat and stench. She finished her mile in record time and went to go shower. She put you in her gym bag inside of her locker. The stench was worse than being worn by her. This gymbag is filthy, along with the clothes in it. She is still alone in the locker room because of how fast she finished. She opened her locker and picked you up. "I dont know where you came from special panties, but you helped me get a new record, you look great, and feel so comfortable wrapped around my butt. You are my new favorite pair of panites and I will be wearing you ALOT more often now. But dont worry, I might wash you every once and a while, but I dint want to wash the luck off." That just killed you inside, you were your little sisters favorite pair of panties, nothing more. Being worn by her day after day would be your new life, solomley cleaned and constant torture. Your life as you knew it was slowly coming to and end as she began to slowly slide you up her legs once more. She gave herself a slap on the ass and gave the fabric a snap as she put her skirt back on and walked to her next class.
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