Annabelle took the panties, held them to her nose and breathed in deeply, "She smells better than I had imagined, quite fragrant."
"Do you want mine as well?"
"Yes please," she held her mother's panties to her nose and pushed the clients panties up between her legs and pressed them against her p***y, "tell me mother, tell me what happened,"
Fiona slid along the settee, sat close to her daughter, and stroked her the top of her shin. She spoke slowly, deliberately and seductively as she told her tale.
"Well, it was a week since we'd exchanged those drunken messages, so I wasn't sure whether she'd remembered, or maybe changed her mind. But as soon as Carol showed her into my office, I knew; she was wearing the blue dress and black stilettos that I'd told her to wear. When we sat down, she
