MRS COPPIN S PANTS cuntinued
Each week I would deliver her groceries, leaving them on the kitchen table, and then slip into her bedroom and make straight for her underwear drawer. It was like a smorgasboard of panties, bras, suspender belts and roll-ons. Sometimes, she would have dropped her dirty ones on the floor and sometimes not. This day I had to make do with her pretty clean ones and I was a bit disappointed — but still excited as I took my pants off and softly rubbed the crutch of a pair of beautiful peach coloured...