My Prize

One burning question was left for Luke as his thoughts wondered ready to fall asleep.

Eye's glancing to his Backpack, the image of Ms. Peach's thong flashing in his skull, how she laid it across his face to keep.

His Prize.

Zip!

Luke reached down to his Backpack

Pulling the White Thong he messaged the Silk fabric between his finders.

The Silk fabric which had been wedged between his homeroom teacher's fit pale ass cheeks, who knows how many times.

Was his Backpack really the best place to keep this?