I love the feel of boxer briefs on my thighs. They are tight enough to hug my thighs, butt, and waist. The Spandex makes all the difference and provid...s your cock a proper hug while you sleep.On the other hand, the simple white (or plaid) cotton boxer shorts your mama bought you and that drape over your member while you are standing (like curtains at Scarlett O’Hara’s ancestral home) is simply a waste of cloth while you are sleeping. They lack the essential snugness to hold your package in. Why then was I excited at the thought of her being in town? Why was I intrigued with her wanting to catch up? I texted her back and told her that I was free all week since my wife was out of town and would love to meet up. I knew it was borderline wrong, but I wanted her to know that my wife wasn’t around. If for no other reason than to just tease/temp her. She got back to me that she’d stop by my office around 6:30 and also included ‘Wife’s not around huh?’ Upon reading that, I immediately got. The north end of the vale was a narrow defile, walls of fine stone reaching up high over our heads on either side. Blaster looked distinctly uncomfortable."Worried about ambushes?" I asked him, "It doesn't seem to be our enemies style." No, not that," he replied. "I recognize this place. I haven't been here in years, though, since training. I used to come up here with a friend from town, we were street kids together. He was just about the only one I ever knew, besides me, to get out of those. Everything looked the same and no one was there waiting. I finished dressing and left my bedroom and went to the kitchen.I saw light in the back door and heard the garage door go down so I knew Fred had left, I let out a sigh of relief and grabbed some juice and waited for Ruth to come out of the bathroom. When she didn’t come down the hall I got up to look and see if she was coming for breakfast. She stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a matching pink satin bra and panty set.She stopped.