…the white panties had already gone down. I ran my hands over her little firm breasts down the ribs down to the narrow waist, which gently spread to the perfect, heart-cut breasts. The fingers on both sides captured the elastic strap. Yvonne lifted the pan for me just a few centimeters, all the time I did not run my face out of my eyes, and I downloaded the laundry from her body, despite the beautiful legs down to the bottom. With hands on her knees I helped her to stretch her thighs and force herself between them.