Clean them with your tongue

You pull Caoimhe in close so she won't notice you doing anything, before darting your tongue out. Holding the cum-covered panties out, your tongue dips forward, lapping at the pearly cum. The cum is thick and creamy in your mouth, forcing you to slurp it up slowly as you lick the fabric cream, tasting the now-cool saltiness of the cum. You feel your cock harden as her warm body presses into you, causing you to nearly moan, but thankfully, Caoimhe doesn't notice. You lap at the fabric slowly, making sure to clean every inch of the fabric with your tongue, eagerly searching for every last drop, until the panties look clean.

After a few moments more of hugging, Caoimhe breaks away, sniffling.

"You promise you're not mad at me?"

"I do," you say, as you slip the now clean, albeit saliva-covered panties into the clean pile without Caoimhe noticing. "Don't worry."

"Thanks, Jack. You mean so much to me," you say.

"I know. Now, go to your play, I don't want you to miss it, and I should be working anyway."

Caoimhe nods, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek before thanking you a few dozen times more and telling you how grateful she is.

After Caoimhe leaves, you decide to get back to work. Before you do, however, you promise yourself you'll have a long nice jerk off session with them later, picturing every detail of Caoimhe's story over and over again.

Then, you get back to work. It takes about an hour or more to get it all done, boring and monotonous work of drying and washing and sorting, but as you get along, the piles of laundry grow smaller until they vanish completely, and you're left pulling the last load of work out of the dryer. Suddenly, your phone buzzes, as you look at the screen to see Daniel's calling you.

"You finished yet, dickhead?"

"Just did," you say. "Why, what's up?"

"A couple of us were going with some of the girls to head into town and go shopping. You up for it?"

"I have an assignment due later, mate."

"So are you coming?"

Tossing the last of the dried laundry into the appropriate basket, you shrug.

"Yeah, fuck it. Alright then, I'll be over in a bit."

With that, you head out the door and leave your laundry chores behind you.