When thinking of what you should do, you see a pile of dirty laundry and go up to it. As soon as you make your way over to the laundry you hear the door handle fidgeting, and not wanting to get caught next to the pile you jump in and hide...
When you quickly jumped into the pile of laundry and tried you push yourself up, you were confused as it seemed you were tangled up in the clothes. Though you could have maybe buried your face into something, there wasn't really enough clothes for you to get stuck in... You thrashed around a bit in the semi-darkness, until your eyes adjusted to show that somehow... You were tangled in one of Emma's thongs, a shiny silver one, and the smell was absolutely terrible. The strings of the thong wrapped around your arms and legs and holding your face smashed against the ass part of the thong. Realizing you were stuck just caused you to thrash around in an even worse panic, which only caused you to smear your face around in the butt floss before finally coming untangled and rolling down the pile. Your joy at new-found freedom is short-lived however, as you bounce of the cup of a bra and are sent headlong into another of Emma's underwear, this time a pair of yellow-colored panties... Well, yellow except for the stomach wrenching brown patch of a large skid mark that of course you land face first on. If you thought the smell was horrible before, it just got way worse. You pull your face away with some difficulty, quickly realizing that you're at least partially stuck to the panties' brown spot.
Just then you hear the door open and shut, You are mortified as Emma walks into the bedroom and rips the worst fart you've ever heard, The smell quickly filled the room, overpowering the stench of even the skid mark you're stuck to. You feel bad for the panties, but are glad you're at least stuck to these ones and not the ones she is wearing. "I'm gonna need my lucky panties anyway if I'm gonna keep from sharting myself around him after all that lunch anyway..." You try again to get her attention to no avail as she wiggles out of her now not completely white panties and drops them to the floor with a sickening squelch. To your horror, she picks up the panties you're in without seeing you, which are apparently her lucky pair.
"Hopefully these hold back my farts a little better than the last pair... Hehehe." You scream and struggle as she drops the panties and starts sliding them up her soft legs...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 3:25pm on Nov 18, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author