She tells Guyld that her mom needs Guyld's panties

"Okay, well, if you're being generous," Broomi giggled, setting down her broom for now and crossing her arms behind her head in a lackadaisical gesture, "you know my mom, Bonnie, right?"

"Ah, yes," Guyld recounted with some effort... Broomi's mom was a very attractive woman, with a build much like Guyld's, as well as a similar age... but where Guyld was standoffish and snobby, Bonnie was kind and well-liked. On the other hand, Bonnie was just as poor and stupid as Guyld was rich and shrewd. The two would never intermingle normally... to Guyld, she'd always seemed the textbook peasant, and thus, she had been avoided at every turn. "What about your mother? I hope the darling creature is well! She's such a pillar of the community." Worthless platitudes were the best she could come up with to describe that pretty but dull-minded woman.

"Oh, sure. Thing is: she needs some new panties," Broomi explained, keeping her voice straight as if she was saying the most normal thing in the world.

Lenore felt herself flinch. Was she going to surrender the "handkerchiefs" she'd taken earlier? No... for a lesbian in love with Mrs. St. Vendigeld, those were precious cargo... "Please, don't tease my client. Request something more reasonable," the therapist complained.

"Client...? Never mind, not getting into that," Broomi responded, looking the other lady over with some curiosity. "Anyway, Mrs. Saint V, I don't suppose you could see it in your heart to give my dear old mama your panties, could you? I think your asses are about the same size!" she snickered, unable to keep up the straight face.

"M-My posterior?!" Guyld scoffed, pressing both hands to it as though to feel that it hadn't changed size. It was true; both she and Bonnie had relatively large, MILFy asses. "You know what! I'm not going to question your vulgarity. Because I'm charitable," she smiled, seeming smug at taking the high ground. "Give me just a moment and I'll relinquish them."

Again, Lenore flinched, shaking her head as if to wake herself up. "W-Wait, you can't take them off here," she complained, worried that her therapy session was about to veer into the realm of public exhibitionism.

"Now, now, what perverted thoughts are you thinking, Miss Seste?" the older woman chuckled, already easing down her black tights around her meaty hips, hugging so they ended up squeezing the skin at her plump, pale-skinned thighs. "These slits in my dress make this relatively simple," she demonstrated, grabbing the yellow bows at the sides of her surprisingly erotic side-tie panties with delicate, pinching fingers. She easily pulled free the ribbons of the bows, then extracted the garment without shifting her dress. "You see?"

Lenore nodded dumbly, unable to keep herself from smiling. She'd never seen the woman do anything so needlessly lewd before.

"My humble gift to you," Guyld finished, handing over the monogrammed panties with an innocent smile upon her face. The garment was so bold in its lack of coverage, it looked a bit more like a triangular, white, gold-hemmed napkin than a pair of panties.

Broomi accepted them, stupified, still staring and trying to comprehend what she'd seen. She cocked an eyebrow, pressed her fist to her chin, then raised one finger. "So... Right now, under that dress... are you commando?" she questioned.

"Why, yes, but it's no matter. The tights are on," Guyld answered carelessly. "Though I must admit, they fit a might funny with nothing beneath."

Lenore's mind raced as she questioned if she ought to hand Guyld one of the other pairs... She could... But they didn't tie on the sides, so her client/friend/inappropriate romantic target would have to take off her tights and shoes to put them on. It wouldn't hurt to just... conceal the presence of those for a while longer.

"Tell me you love it!" Guyld requested, sounding teasing, but also increasingly **** for approval.

"... Tell you I love your panties?" Broomi questioned again, staring down at them again.

"Yes!"

Broomi didn't have the heart to refuse her after that earnest act of altruism. "I love your panties," she answered, with as straight a face as she could manage.

"Splendid! Moving on!" Guyld hummed happily, waving a fine "toodle-loo" before heading further down church street, to see what other suitable beneficiaries of her charity would present themselves.