Miss Fiona roleplayed the scenes and after Abby had writhed on her chair with her pink vibrator shoved deep inside, Abby always typed the same message... “I wish we could do this for real.”Her Miss always giggled and told her she might be disappointed by the real thing and the fantasy was often better, but Abby knew that wasn’t true.The next morning, just as she entered Tulse Hill underground station, her phone pinged. The message was from Fiona and was succinct as usual.“What are you doing. ..i must start by stating the obvious, I have a fetish for ladies undies especially panties.Well here's the dilemma I faced the other day,my lady came back from her daughters house (not blood related to me) and brought in a big washing basket full of washing as her daughters washing machine had broke down.She asked did I mind, and even as the words left her mouth I thought "MIND,MIND" lol! ...I nearly jumped for joy,as since moving in with my lady I've had no instances of visiting and borrowing. Wo din kafi masti se gujar te the bhabhi ke sath khoob chudai kar ta the, aur bhabhi bhi mera bahot dhyan rakh ne lagi thi, aur bhaiya ka touring bhi kafi jyada ho gaya tha, bhabi muj se chudai se bahot jyada khush thi, usi doran bhabhi ke bahen aur unke jijaji kuch dino ke li bhabhi ke gher pe reh ne aaye, bhabhi me bahen bhi kafi sooder thi, bade bade boobs, us din hum sam ko unhe railway station per lene gaye, raste me hum ne kafi bar ki, wo kafi khush thi muje mil kar, mene socha agar unke. I had the front of my Macopen and my breasts were visible through my blouse. “Come in! Come in!” said Gus and ushered me into thefront room that was his bed/sitting room. There was amattress on the floor where he slept. No bedding. Theonly furniture was one kitchen chair.“Have a seat,” said Gus pointing to the chair. “Thank you,” I replied as I removed my Mac and placedit on the chair so that I could sit on it. Gus sat onthe mattress. He was directly level.