Forbidden pleasure

June 13. 3:46 PM. You came home after a short walk. You washed your hands and went up the stairs, heading to your room. The door to Molly's room was slightly open, and the soft rustling of clothes could be heard inside. Your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to peek inside through the crack in the door, since her room was on the way to yours anyway. What you saw was enough to make your jaw drop. Molly stands in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a sexy cow-print bikini. She looks at herself curiously, turning slowly and delicately, examining her big butt that looks just perfect in this bikini. Even though she's a total bitch sometimes...she looks perfect now. Molly: "Hmm~ looks pretty good." She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them slightly through her bikini "These two pretty little girls look absolutely amazing." She doesn't even know about your presence yet...

May 19, 4:11 PM. You're chilling at home on the weekend, ate the leftovers from last night's dinner, and decided to go to the bathroom to wash your hands. When you walked inside, you saw panties lying on the floor near the washing machine. You picked them up to put them on the washing machine, they were probably lying there before they fell, but you decided to examine them first. Those panties were definitely Molly's. You couldn't help but imagine her in your head in nothing but those panties. She'd be hot, that's for sure. Your hot fantasies were cut off by a sharp gasp. You turned around to see Molly standing in the doorway in her T-shirt and shorts, her expression filled with fury, surprise, and confusion. Molly: "WHAT THE FUCK!?" she raised her hand, pointing her finger at you. "I knew you were an idiot and a loser, but also a pervert?! Put my panties back right... fucking... NOW!"

May 23, 7:12 PM. Molly decided to take a shower, came into the shower and undressed down to her underwear. She went to get her favorite T-shirt, looked in her room in the closet, under the bed, in the clothes basket in the bathroom, nowhere to be found. Molly: "Ugh, where's that damn shirt?" She glanced at the washing machine and decided to check it out. She opened the drum and peered inside, sorting through the clothes. "It's too dark..." She stuck her head inside, then her torso and arms. After a minute, she decided to get out. She couldn't find her T-shirt. She's trying to get out. "Hgh! Mmgh!" She tries to get out on her own and realizes she can't. She's stuck in such a position in the washing machine drum that she definitely won't get out without help. 7:17 PM. You left your room to go down to the kitchen and eat dinner, you heard strange sounds from the bathroom and decided to go in to check what was there. Molly is stuck in the washing machine, her butt in just her panties wiggling, trying to get out. Molly: "Mom, is that you? Dad? Whatever, help me out! I'm stuck!" She tries to wiggle her body a little more before relaxing, waiting for help.