Today, Mrs. Robinson's panties were her unspoken diary, chronicling her insatiable lust. Four times she changed them, each pair damp with her arousal, the cotton and lace clinging to her swollen lips. She'd flash her husband, teasing him with glimpses of her wetness, before slipping into the bathroom to replace her sodden undergarments. The final pair, a delicate lace thong, didn't stand a chance. Her husband, driven wild by her exhibitionism, found her on all fours, changing again, and took her right there, filling her and her panties with his hot cum.