Rhonda's Panties!

Once El Blanco had a firm hold of the shorts, it was game over for Rhonda's dignity. With a firm tug, the khaki material rapidly migrated from their place around her waist, shielding her unmentionables from view, to her ankles, where they served no purpose whatsoever but act as a tripping hazard for their wearer.

Rhonda's eyes went wide in shock as she felt the desert breeze on her inner thighs, and the sensation of her pants dropping rapidly to the ground, giving her unwanted flashbacks to High School. Gasping in shock, the first thing that happened was she actually jumped in fright, almost leaping out of her pants, but instead falling backwards.

Rhonda could take some comfort in that today she picked out a pair of sensible work panties, plain full cut white cotton brief panties, instead of some of her more embarrassing pairs.

El Blanco for his part narrowly avoided having his tongue flatened by Rhonda's desending posterior. While Rhonda fought to get back to her feet, and pull up her pants at the same time, El Blanco observed patiently.