I had insisted on leavingthe makeup on until the next day when my mother made me wash it off.A memory of when I was eight years old and my mum had cau...ht me tryingon her stockings and had made me wash her underwear for a week as apunishment. I remembered the feeling of the silks and satins of herlingerie on my hands as I gathered them from the clothes hamper readyfor the wash. I could now see myself as I held my mother's knickers tomy face and I could still smell the scent of my mother on her. Fingers pressed against my clitoris, circular motions bringing a glow to my face and chest. As the light turned green once more, I raised my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean, wetting them. A blare from a horn behind us jerked the driver back to reality, and he set off again, eyes on the mirror. My fingers dipped back down, slipping one, then two fingers inside myself. I had no idea where we were or how long the journey had taken, my mind focused on just one thing. I began to finger. We don’t make it a practice of talking. She hasn’t told me what?’ Nancy shifted her weight, watched me, and must have decided that I really didn’t know. ‘Her husband was killed in a gangland slaying.’ ‘Russell Kindle isn’t her husband? When did the slaying take place?’ ‘I don’t know who Russell Kindle is. Her husband was Peter or Patrick. I don’t remember. Are you sure you didn’t know?’ This changed everything. Paige Kindle was the widow of a man who had suffered a horrible death. Had he been. I have started to look forward to laundry day and usually there are at least four pairs to play with and although Megan’s are usually pretty plain white cotton Flo’s tend to be thongs and the smell of their gussets gets me hard in no time, OMG the wanks I have had over the last couple of weeks often cumming in their dirty gusset before licking it off and washing, damn yummy. I often wondered if they had any idea what a dirty pervert I was, maybe they would like it but my guess is they would be.