Ty was quick to exit the bathroom with my sleep clothes, I had peeked out of the back of the shower when he was picking up my clothes and I saw his big eyes and even bigger smile on his face, I was soaping up my body and imagining Ty sniffing my small black thong and picturing me wearing them.
Meanwhile downstairs Ty was in the laundry room with my clothes and just staring at them, inside his head he was struggling on whether or not to bring my still warm black thong up to his nose and smell them, his body was telling him to go for it as his cock was trying to break free and spring forth, yet his mind was telling him “NO WAY “ and that he should just drop everything off in the washer….. Ty stood there for much longer than he realized because when he heard me shut off the water and call out for him to please bring me some of my clothes, he finally snapped out of it and made his way back upstairs to help me out.
Did Ty keep my thong with him or throw it in the washer ???
