I love these blue panties. The years of wear and washing has turned the fabric soft and gentle; just what you want for your sensitive parts. Panties are a special type of clothing; if tops and trousers and jackets were friends, and well worn and loved articles old friends, then panties and possibly bras are more akin to lovers; almost all our time spent together, apart from when I put them on my head like a silly hat or over my face like a ninja, involves them gently yet firmly snuggled against my Lady garden. All day the gusset happily clings to my slit, absorbing my scents and my moistures like a happy little pervert, keeping my privates safe and all to themselves. I wonder how many hours of marination these old panties have endured, how much of me is infused forever into the delicate fabric, how much of my essence haunts, nay, enchants these unassuming panties. Like a magic item in a game: head item, Panties of Alice, You’ll have to equip them to find out what effect they have. Careful, they might be cursed! You wouldn’t want to be stuck wearing an old pair of my panties over your face forever, would you?