I collected the underwear of my uncles and other adult men from the house, and I had the luck to be able to go renewing because my grandmother had given me the treat of gathering the laundry for washing of all her boys.I had full access to each of those rooms in that huge 'sausage' with glass doors leading out to the patio and high rustic furniture where I would climb for hours to watch those handsome men 'in action' or whatever, while they showered, when they jerked off... I knew everything; it was absolute, I couldn't miss a detail of each one.After the action, I knew where to place very well my prey, my war trophy at the boldness that resulted from spying on them until they fell asleep.
I longed to smell and lick that panty that was spying, drawing its enormous bulges and sweaty testicles, when they were getting undressed and releasing streams of semen on the inner towel that had slips from that era. More than once I rescued a just-moistened slip and it was 'my precious'. I turned into an insatiable little devil for that smell and taste of my elders' fluids.
I longed to smell and lick that panty that was spying, drawing its enormous bulges and sweaty testicles, when they were getting undressed and releasing streams of semen on the inner towel that had slips from that era. More than once I rescued a just-moistened slip and it was 'my precious'. I turned into an insatiable little devil for that smell and taste of my elders' fluids.
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