I dawned on me that they would have panties in their wash load, so, when I was alone, why not check it out? At first, I would take a dry load of a gir...’s clothes out of the drier to empty it for my use. This was the common custom in the laundry room. Checking out the load’s contents, as long as no one else was around, I would look for her panties. No harm, right? Well, then it progressed. Even if the drier was still running, I would open it up and look inside, particularly if I knew the owner. "Mmmm... Clean me." She ordered, sliding her pussy back onto my mouth."Yes Mis-" My submissive obediance stopped by her pussy being pressed to my lips as she sat fully on my face, and I willingly did as I was told, I started to lick the soaky mist up off her soggy fleshy lips, but soon found her pressing herself extra tight to my face, sealing off all air between my mouth/nose and her crotch.I hadn't taken a breath so quickly found myself needing air, but as I tried to move my head, she. But ... she heard Mortimer wailing about what she thought was his baby being raised fatherless. It tugged at her heart strings. Once a mother always a mother, you know, even when giants are involved.“We most certainly do not!” said Elizabeth from the darkness, agreeing with her son.She was emboldened when Mortimer flinched at her voice, and she stepped forward. Mortimer relaxed when he didn’t see a lance, and recognized the woman with the cute little breasts, which were still hanging out of her. " That is a shame 'cus the girls legs would look great in these." She pulled her dress up once again. Her stocking-ed thighs aroused my penis instantly. She noticed it pushing against the flimsy covers these Brits have on their beds. A wicked smile appeared on her face and she came over to me. She knelt-down next to my bed and putting her hand under the covers she reached for my cock. She was kissing me wetly as she stroked it. My hand pulled her skirt up and slipped into the back of her.