I unbuttoned my silk blouse and slowly drew it over my shoulders. There I was clad only in a pastel blue, lacy brassiere and a matching pair of French...cut panties. I still had my stiletto pumps on. What I didn”t realize was that I had not thoroughly closed my bedroom door. Silently, it drifted ajar by perhaps eight inches. My son, dressed in his pajamas and himself ready for bed, had ambled by my bedroom and apparently noticed the open door. He stopped, peered in and seeing me in the process of. Joan slept with him for a month, just before highschool graduation. Beth had him as a college sophomore. He was their standard, their basis for comparison. He was the benchmark, against which everyone else was measured up. Or down.The girls had their sixty percent of the front seat reclined, They were under a blanket, face to face, giggling and gossipping. I didn't pay much attention, until I heard his name."Did you notice how fat Brian and Sarah are getting?" Can you imagine sex, lying under. I removed the towel and found a gold mine. After inspecting the soiled laundry I did not see any panties. This was even more exciting to know the sweet juices that flow from her vagina would transpose to her pantyhose. Riffling through the basket would reveal a treasure trove of the gold that I seek. Multiple pairs of worn pantyhose. They ranged in colors from black to coffee and even a few pairs of tan. I pulled one special pair out knowing it was one of my favorite brands and the color.. “Nice one Gumpy!” Brady yelled over to Lei and Gumpy. Lei gave Brady a cold hard stare. But Brady only smiled and grabbed his cock. Lei could not believe how this day was starting out. “That boy!” Lei stammered off saying. Lei offered to wheel Gumpy into the main dining hall. Little did she know that he had an assistant from the Nursing home with him. A large ex-football player named Norman. He was a bald, 40yr old black man who has been working at the Nursing home for the past 10 years. Tall.