It drove me wild every time I took a whiff of her panties. I loved when she did laundry because I could usually take a pair of her panties for an exte...ded time. One night I really lucked out, she had started doing her laundry, late afternoon after she got home from work, so since the laundry machines were downstairs, she was already tired and she did want to go up and down stairs that much. So after she brought down her hamper, she told me that she would just do it tomorrow. I looked through. I had a couple of flings with other women but they never really compared to her cute, natural grace. I started to miss her like crazy.The hardest part came when I heard she was seeing someone from the same village as me during one summer when I was home from uni. I was very much single and dreaded the thought of bumping into the two of them together - knowing that this new guy was kissing those beautiful nipples, getting sucked off by that sweet mouth or fucking her from behind. It was almost. They both grew more excited and I watched as the squirmedJenni moaned loud and I could see her arching her back. She bucked a few times and then quit. She dug her face into Darla and Darla repeated They both rolled away from each other and Darla slid into the tub.I could see her full body. Milky white skin, huge breasts and vivid black hair. She had a slight Mohawk or landing strip of hair., the rest was shaved.Darla was quite a contrast to my wife Jenni; tanned all over, muscular, small firm. I'd picked her up in the car from the hairdressers on the night in question, and we'd called into the pub for a drink before going home. Unbeknown to us dad's official car had been involved in a minor scrape, so his driver had taken it to be repaired, left it and caught a taxi back to pick his own up; hence there were no cars in the driveway.Mum had taken her panties off in the car and given them to me to hold them to my face as she gave me a nice long blow job, I pulled up outside the house.