MCA Laundry Room | Sunday Afternoon

[guardian_god]

After the revolting towels earlier in the week, a Sunday afternoon doing laundry was in order. Just in case. Normally, running the washer and dryer was a boring, mindless chore, but today the simple act had thrown Dimitri for a loop. With a shake of his head, he looked from the pile of clean, warmed clothes that required folding to the tiny, wet

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[sweet_balls]

"This entire load is nothing but panties and thongs," Shelley said in disbelief as she carried her basket over to an empty washer.

"This stupid humidity gives me ass sweat, so I'm running through them like crazy." She sat the basket down and picked at her wedgie.

[guardian_god]

"That...sounds like quite a problem," he replied, always glad for some of Shelley's special brand of crazy to give life perspective.

[sweet_balls]

"Oh, what, like you don't get ass sweat?" She grinned at her roommate. "I've seen you after a jog." And checked out his ass.

What?

[guardian_god]

"More like I don't pay my ass sweat any attention." Wait, that sounded odd. Dimitri tried to let it go that he was talking about his ass sweat. "I just shower and move on from it."