As she came to my place, she carried two bags with her and putted them in the floor. I immediately thougt, that are her clothes for the next days because she would visit her mother, who was already with us, for a couple of days. The next minutes I was overthinking in which bag her intimates shoud be? And how could I examinate it without being disturbed?
When we sat around the table to eat, I thought: this is the only right moment . I apologized for going to the toilet and
then, one second later, I threw myself into the biggest bag. And yes! I grabbed with my fingers on the bottom of the bag some thin narrow cords and I pulled them up. What I saw ware two of the tiniest g-strings I ever held in my hands, both silver-grey. But they ware so twisted together that I hardly understood how they really looked like.
When I got them apart, I took a pic of the one with some extra cords with a label of Hunkemöller and putted ytit back into the bag. The other one , even more tiny I kept in my pocket for myself! Such an arousing moment.