I let myself imagine the cut of your panties. Silk of course. Soft and gentle caressing your skin. Sometimes I imagine the fabric caressing your magni...ficent bottom to be of a more daring variety with pearls gently caressing the crevasse between the cheeks of your backside and reaching across the lips of what is moist and glistening with your arousal. I can almost taste you right now. Your scent and aroma attracts me in a most primal manner that makes me want to bury my face between your legs.. They sat down to eat the meal, but soon got up and got back to work. It was the only way to survive. The extra-strong mulled wine, laced with rum, did its work on them and they struggled through somehow until four o'clock, when Gwendoline threw her pick-axe aside and said she had a little paperwork to do and was going inside and Harriet was free to follow suit if she wished.Harry watched her walking back towards the house and prepared to resume working, but Gwen suddenly turned round, came back. With this she removes her towel revelling her well toned body, with freshly shaven pussy. Then Mel lowers her towel so her breast and plum belly are on display. Feeling my erection growing under the towel I try to push it back under while pretending to reach for my water bottle. Sally explains that Mel had just had a child a month earlier and that she was helping get back in shape. I was thinking she is one fine milf as she is though I have all was had a thing for plump women. I head back. Before I got married I lived with a relative in a different state for over a year, and that turned out to be a great opportunity for my fetishistic life. She was a large older woman and thus had a variety of girdles and undergarments that she never threw away when they got holes in them or became too soiled to wear anymore. They were ideal for me though and the idea that the stains on them came from her pussy and ass were like instant aphrodisiacs to me. Her home was also the first place I got.