An Entire Collection Of Used Panties

The minute you open the backpack your nose is assaulted by a cacophony of smells. Musky, strong, sweet, sour, and everything in between. They all smell like one thing however, one thing that your brain instantly zeroes in on. This backpack smells like the most intense concentration of pussy that you've ever smelt in your life.

You open the zipper a bit more, enough to see what's inside. There are no notes, notebooks, flyers, or laptops in this backpack. Instead, it is filled to the brim with panties. Used, Worn, Unwashed Panties. White panties, black panties, simple panties, lingerie. Some of them obviously belong to her. The white and pink ones with bows and images of teddy bears and hello kitty right above the sweet spot. But, clearly other girls needed to have contributed to this substantial collection. Why else would they all be such different sizes? Why else would they all smell so differently?

Now, some kinds of men might ask why exactly a girl would be running around with a bag filled with what could have been several hundred pairs of panties. You are not one of those men. You are instead the kind to zip the backpack back up, and return to your room with a smile on your face. This is awesome. It's just there is one small problem you don't know about. She was worried she might lose it, so she installed a locator on the bottom of the backpack.