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Nasty stinky panties in AfghanistanI was stationed in Afghanistan and lived in a tent village. It was dirty, sweaty, and a nasty hell hole. As a TSgt in the USAF, I lived in a tent a little ways away from the officers tents. I worked closely with a female Captain who was in charge of communications. She was hot as fuck. Trying to maintain a professional relationship was a pain in the ass when every time I had to deal with her, I had a fucking stone hard rigid dick. Her name was Ashley and I wish I could tell you her last name but I won’t. She was a redhead with blue eyes and stood about 5″ 6″. Anyway, I worked 14 hour night shifts, 6 days a week. I would do my laundry at about 2-3 a.m. on my day off. One night, I went to the laundry tent to do my laundry and holy shit, Ashley was there stuffing here DCU’s in the washer. We exchanged pleasantries and professional courtesies and small talk about what was lara escort going on. I sat down on a wooden bench to wait for my laundry to wash and she asked me if I was going to be in the laundry tent while my clothes were washing. I told her that, yes, I haad nothing better to do. She asked me if I would watch her laundry while she went back to her tent to catch up on some paperwork. Not a problem, I told her. She left and I sat there listening to the wiiiir of washing machines between smoking cigarettes outside the tent. Before long, my laundry was done and ready for the dryer. I unloaded my machine and as I was transferring my load to the dryer, the washing machine that she had used beeped. I finished loading my uniforms into the two dryers and thought that it would be a nice gesture to load her washed gear into a dryer as well. So, I did. While I was putting her clothes in the dryer, I saw her remaining escort lara laundry on top of the washer. A basket of whites. I couldn’t help but look around to see if anyone else was in the tent. As I looked around, I sifted through her whites and felt something kind of rigid. I pulled it out and realized that this yellow pussy stained nasty pair of panties was in my hand. I mean, these things must have been worn for a week or more. So I’m standing there with this fucking …ummmm…..holy grail of nasty, stinky, crusty panties in my hand as my cock grew harder than marble……when she walked into the tent. All of my military training instantly came into play as I stuffed her panties into my pocket. She walked over to where I was standing and I explained to her that I had put her clothes in the dryers. She was very thankful. She loaded her whites in the washer and added detergent. She started the machine lara escort bayan as I stood sweating to the side. If she would have had a clue that her nasty pussy stenched panties were in my pocket, I would have been dead. Anyway, she sat down on the bench and I did so as well. We exchanged pleasantries and a few stories about home. Blah Blah Blah, our laundry was done and we went our separate ways in the middle of the night. I went back to my tent and pulled those panties out of my pocket and looked at them under my small lamp. Those fucking panties were the crustiest, sexiest, nastiest smelling panties I have ever stolen. Every day when I got off work I would go to the chow hall for dinner and almost rush back to my tent and sniff those panties until I showered my chest with cum. Every fucking night. I saw Ashley many times after that night and she always had an inquisitive look in her eye and a curious inflection in her voice. I think she knew that I was wrapping her nasty panties around my face every night jerking off to the smell of her overworked cunt. I still have them and smell her nasty pussy whenever I can!
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