And she’s got those UNIX socks, so she’ll need lots of room.

He gently slid his forefinger under the crotch of her panties and pinched the fabric with his thumb. The smooth and thin fabric felt as if it were held together loosely which gave it a pleasant and convenient amount of stretch, not to mention the loosely woven fibers shining in the light.
“Silk,” he considered “classy.” ObamaNotBad.jpg.
As he slid his hand further down the thin, fontal strap to achieve more leverage for his next maneuver he heard her soft, breathy voice gently probe him: “So, uh, whatcha doin’?”
He could hear the grin in her voice.
“Folding your laundry, mon amour”

Better bloody not, my knickers and socks live in seperate drawers

Any clue on the book he’s reading? Or is it a straight up prop?