Psst, I'm being quiet, Mommy has been sneaking around lately trying to catch me in the act. We were interrupted last time, remember? Anyways, I saw some of your recent comments and no matter how much I try, your words always test the strength of my undersized super tight silk panties. They're so tight even my tiny soldier can win the battle at the seams sometimes. It's ok, I have plenty, I always pick up as many as I can at the local Salvation Army. I've got everything ready now, the skid mark cut-outs, the torn and stained Trumpy bears are in the right 'position' and my cat just dropped fresh kitty bricks in the cat box, so I'm already saluting my flag covered panties. Can you picture it, everything is carefully arranged like an 'adults only' shrine. I've already been to Momma's toilet for my per-game habit of cleaning up the underside of the toilet bowl. Shit...........I promise, I'll be right back, give me an hour or so, PLEASE.