Sandra’s I hung on to, but only because they were Sandra’s. I put on a knickers and suspender belt pair, with some stockings, and threw away every...single other suspender belt and half of the stockings. It took me two hours but I eventually managed to whittle it down to fifty-one pairs, including Sandra’s and the ones I was wearing. There were five of Mum’s in there, three of Jo’s, four of Pauline Lipp’s, six of Mrs Crisp’s and two belonging to the twins. I wasn’t certain which was from which. As he walked down the catwalk, white pre-cum dripped from the tip. Some landed on his little toes. The women in the audience were panting.Announcer: Our Winged Mercury… (Yells and cheers…) Several panties were flung on the runway.Announcer: We’ll need a moment to clean the catwalk… (Announcer grinned). Several men rushed from the curtain to clean the runway with their tongues. One woman from the audience hopped up and got to one of Teddy’s drops before the cleaner got there. The woman was. Parting them slightly she placed a finger on the damp fabric of her panties and pushing gently inwards as she teased her swollen clit through the fabric. She was breathing deeply, her breasts moving up and down as she did. She knew that she could take no more self-teasing and it was time for some real self satisfaction. Sliding her panties down over her stocking clad legs she removed them and lifted them up to her face. Still looking at her chained breasts she sniffed in deeply at the wet. "Well you know what they say dad." I grinned."What do they say?" Dad asked."Like father like son." I laughed."Ouch!" Dad grinned, "I walked into that one." He got you good that time Alan." Mum laughed as she crossed the room to join me on the couch.Mum handed me a full glass while dad sorted out a video for us to watch, having selected one to his liking dad put it in the machine, turned on the telly, grabbed the remote and came to sit on the other side of mum. Taking the glass she held out to.