I sorted all of my clothes starting with my work clothes. Then I pulled out my everyday stuff like gym shorts, tshirts, etc. All that was left was und...rwear and socks so I used my foot to scoot everything left into a pile. Then as I was bagging up my socks and underwear I picked up a pair of boxers and immediately knew they were not mine. They were too small. They were size medium, my son’s size (mine are XL). I ignored it figuring they just got accidentally mixed in somehow…then I. Bill smiled back and then turned away. There was no mistaking that Taylor knew Bill was looking and she didn’t seem to care. Karen came in to announce the cookies were cooled and ready if anyone wanted some. Taylor closed her legs and got up and went to the kitchen. Bill sat wishing his hard-on would go away. He could smell the cookies all the way from where he was sitting in the living room.That night when they went to bed Bill took Karen in his arms and kissed her. “Honey, Taylor had her legs. Is not life moreimportant than food, and the body more important than clothes?' Matthew6:25. Mr. Elmer was using his energies to worry about the clothing wewear, instead of spreading knowledge, which is his calling." Really?" Well that, and I was a little embarrassed for calling you a womanearlier. I wanted to make it up to you." He ducked into his class.By all logic, that should have been the end. I should have enjoyed mybrief time dressing the way I liked, and then buckled down and been aman. Already I heard a few tears; I ungripped and lowered the flap. Panties were evidentTen, ten, ten on each cheek, hard, fast, she wailed, she kicked and tried to escape, I held her tighter, my left arm gripping her soft middle; I stopped. “:Settle down,” I said. I stroked her young body until she’d calmed.“Stand up,” I instructed. She stood. Her pajamas were a onsie that zipped up the front; I unzipped it. Her breasts were unfettered but I ignored them as I lowered the single piece. First.