Has anyone stopped to think about when you run you hand up her leg and you pause at the place where her panty leg starts. Through a bit of bikini line hair, and you are at the gates of heaven. Gently slip your fingers under the elastic and into a world of sheer pleasure. Working your way through the forest or bare desert and into a deep canyon of moist extacy, where one can lose themselves for many hours if they choose and sometimes are reluctant to leave. What pleasure panties give us without hardly giving them a second thought. Sweet dreams everyone.
Or just going to sleep, in the panties she chose for you, and they fit perfectly, and make you almost hard, just wearing them, but then thinking of her when she can't be there (traveling for work), when you go to bed, alone, but later having a sensual dream of her, wearing those panties. . .
