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Sisters’ Lodgers’ Panties and My DirtiesMy sister used to have three lodgers, all hot girls between 22 and 25. All of them used to work regularly 9-5 so almost always there was no-one around there during the day at all. My sister lived away and had given me a key to call in and pick things up or do some odd jobs. One way or another I was often there. I always arrived at around 9:30 am after everyone had left for work. Usual routine: turn off the alarm (the fact it was on meant no-one was in), put the snip down on the front door lock so as not to be surprised by someone coming home early, get out my cock and balls, and start pantie-work. There’s undies everywhere at my sister’s: on the radiators, on drying rails, in the washing machine, in baskets – but it’s much more fun to have to dig around for them. Have a good snoop round the girls’ rooms.Incidentally I used to really like the thought of them out and hard at work in their secretary clothes, all tight skirts and tiny thongs, with their cunts sweating away and pissy drips and other cunty-excretions collecting in those gussets. Meanwhile I’m back at my sister’s with my cock in one hand, and their thongs from the previous day pressed against my nose, enjoying the fruits of their labours. Much appreciated!Two of the lodgers had been there for a long time, and I’d done their knicker drawers and laundry baskets many times. In fact I was quite an expert on their undies, and loved chatting to them knowing much more about them than they suspected, especially how their holes smelt. In pendik escort fact once I chatted to Kari while I was wearing one of her thongs and had one of her tampons snugly up my arse!Kari was Pakistani and dressed like a whore. She generally wore short skirts and owned no panties bigger than a tiny thong. Her tits were genuinely massive – you know that Dolly Parton’s tits are 40DD? Well Kari’s were 38DD!!! (I knew, after all I’d wanked into her bras often enough). That’s Dolly Parton size tits on a smaller frame. And Kari ALWAYS wore them in a balcony type bra, like a shelf – so they were really on display and in your face. And for work she always wore a virtually transparent blouse. By the way, he hours I spent wanking away while I dreamed about all the things I’d like to do with those tits!Sarah was the opposite. She was very thin with virtually no tits, and also wore only thongs. She always had this showing both front and back with straps on display. Her bra was hardly worth wearing she had so little up there. In fact she had more than once leaned over in front of me in a loose blouse, sometimes without bra, with some excuse or other (searching in a cupboard or picking something up from the floor) I’m sure to give me a really good view of her very flat, but very perky tits. And I made sure that I got a full eyeful each time. One day she came home (around 4 as she was a teacher) whilst I was in the sitting room. We had a quick chat while I admired her very visible front panty-line. Her jeans were kağıthane escort really low down and I could see most of her belly, and the thong (what there was of it) showed front and back. She was so thin that you could see distinctly the muscle lines stretching down pussy-wards between belly and thighs. In fact it was very hard to see why I couldn’t see her clit as her jeans were so low. She obviously had no bush or I would definitely have been able to see it – what she had on public display was definitely in the bush zone. You could literally see the top of her mound.A Really Dirty Pantie WankThe brilliant thing was that there was a turnover every few months in lodgers for the third room so I got some regular variety. You can’t really get enough variety when it comes to cunt-scent. Not that I was bored with Kari or Sarah’s panties tho. On this particular day tho I’d set my sights on a proper rummage through the new girl’s panties. Her name was Shona. Irish, short and slim with shortish hair. I’d already managed a 2 minute peek into her undie drawers the week before, but been a bit disappointed. Even tho she was hot, she had medium/ boring size tits (I like them very big or very small) and wore boring panties, so I didn’t hold out much hope of quality wank-fodder on this occasion.I was oh so surprised though. This turned out to be one of the dirtiest pantie wanks I’ve ever had. I still masturbate myself silly thinking about it.Well I knew that Shona always had maltepe escort a very neat room, with bed made, but on this occasion the duvet was all over the place, there were panties on the floor, and a used condom d****d over the bin. I’d stumbled on the aftermath of a fuck!My cock was so hard as I peeled back the duvet to discover exactly what I hoped for – the wet patch!!!! Unfortunately it had dried but there was a substantial stained and partly crusty patch. Well my logic was that if the guy had used a condom, then all the juice was hers! And there was such a big stain that the juice must have been flooding out of her tunnel. She must have been really gagging for it.Not often us pantie wankers actually get to taste fuck-juice itself. I was such a pig. I literally put my face into the patch and sniffed and licked at it until I’d rehydrated it and I got to the salty taste. I almost cum every time I think about it still.My perversion doesn’t end there. I took a break to pluck the condom off the bin to examine it. I literally squeezed out a few drops of cum into one of Shona’s bra cups! Then I went back for a second helping of fuck-juice.I’d forgotten the panties on the floor, and I did finally cum (all over the floor) with them to my nose, but to be honest they were strangely scentless.Later on I thought of all the things I could have done – maybe cum into the wet patch myself so Shona had to sleep on my spunk. Or maybe fill another condom with my spunk and replace the one on the bin, so that Shona had to deal with my spunk-filled condom later in the day. Oh so many missed possibilities.About an hour later I was still thinking about what I’d done. I went up to her room and literally opened the door and sprayed a load of cum in. I should really have availed myself of the pussy-juice patch again while I had the chance, but I just couldn’t wait.

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