My panties had arrived in the mail but besides that nothing. Then laundry day happened. My mom came home with the laundry bin and told me to sort thro...gh it and find my clothes. I did as she said put my clothes in my room. Then I realized that my boxers were missing. I knew I put them in the bin that morning so I asked her about it and she said:"I threw out the old ones and donated the newer ones." I asked her why. "Because you told me that you no longer like wearing them and since the panties. The kiss this time is even longer, and as we finally pull apart, I whisper "I love you" into the open air. "I love you too," comes the reply, as my hands slip her black dress downward, and it lands on the floor with a hush. Bending down, I begin kissing and licking her beautiful breasts, eliciting moans already. I pick her up and carry her like my bride again over to the bed, laying her softly down and slipping her lacy panties off. My first taste of her pussy shows me she's wet already, and I. I wasn’t sure I would ever get use to the hose andgarters, the feeling of them laying against my skin in such and intimateway was unlike any article of clothing I had ever worn. It kept me in astate of constant erotic stimulation.With the coffee ground, the water in the kettle ready to heat, and thefilter in the Chemex pour over I could shift my focus to getting Mrs.Karen's clothes ready for work. As always she had laid out her outfit.Today it was a grey wrap skirt and a dark red blouse with. Soon they were all lying on their side, both men pounding away and plunging into her body. She wanted more. She wanted them deeper. She wanted them driving harder into her. She wanted to swallow them up inside her. Her desire was so strong. She didn't know when she had been this aroused before but hoped she will be again.While Peter was squeezing her breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples hard, Dave was kissing her and biting her lip, the pain intermingling with the intense pleasure she was.