I am Angie, thirty-one, black-haired with a respectable chassis. The other day my automatic washer broke down, and I recalled that the local lauderette did a 60 minutes service wash.
The boy in the launderette looked about eighteen, and seemed more concerned at gazing at my breasts than accepting my laundry. I agreed to come back in an 60 minutes, and since there was a coffee shop across the road, I decided to have some lunch whilst I waited. I sat upstairs by the window, and realized I could see right into the back room of the launderette where the laundry was done.
The boy was loading my garments one at a time. As I looked on, he picked up a bra, and started to carress it as if I was still wearing it. Then he picked up some scanties and held them to his nose, plainly relishing the scent.
I am very clean, and change my scanties twice a day, aside from a silken pair I keep back for bedtime. I find that feeling myself through them till I bring myself off, is the perfect way of getting...
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