Iwasn't really looking forward to wearing that for another month, butClaire said she had an idea that might help. We headed out to town, andafter a lo...ng winding drive into a part of town I had never been tobefore, we pulled up in front of a small shop filled with horse saddlesand leather bags in the window. I was intrigued, but not really sure whatwe were doing here. Claire pulled me inside. The tiny shop front openedinto a larger work area. Scattered cow hides hung from every. I used as much of my memory as I could muster to be ever so careful not to step on one of the squeaky boards of the floor as I went down the stairs to the bathroom to clean off my cock and take a good piss. On my way back up the stairs I wasn't as careful of not stepping on the squeaky boards, thinking that if my folks heard me they would think that I was just coming back from going to the bathroom, which wasn't all that untrue. I made it back to my own bedroom and slept more restful than I. Well honestly I look like a rapevictim." I felt my stomach clench at the idea of how close I came tothat being a fact."Is there anything in the car that we can work with? Maybe the ownersleft behind a wallet or something?" Let me look." Climbing across the seat I pulled open the glove box androoted around through its contents. Unfortunately that only thing therewas the owner's manual, an insurance card, and a receipt for an oilchange last month. Bending myself almost in half I looked under. I probably only had about a dozen or so pairs at my peak. I would steal them from the drawers of friends and such. Sometimes Id only be invited into a girls house once, but thats all it takes. Turn your back for 2 minutes and Id be all over your underwear drawer. I took clean panties, but with Karen I went further and snatched dirty ones. She was one of the guys, as in she had more guy friends and than girl friends. We had our little group that always hung out, there was me, Karen, Jordon and.