Hot and humid as Singapore is, she did her routine when she comes home — stripped off her garments as she sauntered in leaving, only her panties.
Brassieres were a thing of the past for her. Confident in her own skin, she doesn’t care if she walks around with her jiggly tits.
Remembering something, she took her bag to retrieve her cum-doused, blue lace panties. Redolent of sex while opening it, their scent filled her house when she fished them out.
She wore them fresh when she left for work this morning.
Before lunchtime, she was no longer wearing them.
