I tried to squeeze it on my foot. It fit, barely, and it pinched my toes, but I didn’t care.I found the other heel and ran out of the closet to her ...resser, throwing open the drawers. It was mom underwear, all cotton panties and high-waisted bottoms. The sock drawer had socks in it. Shocker, right? But I knew she had more. She wore stockings on her dates. Where were they?Under the bed.The long, low box slid right out and folded open. And inside was a treasure trove. Panties and thongs and bras. " My eyes went wide. Eric easily made $100,000 more than me per year on salary alone. "I'm fucking your wife because I need to have people around me that I can trust and trust me enough with their family." That... doesn't make much sense," I said, flatly. It didn't. I trusted him far less now."Let me put it differently then," he said, in a colder tone. "It doesn't have to make sense. All you need to know is that your wife was begging for my sperm, and if you want this promotion, you're. As I grew and hit puberty, she encouraged me to talk to her about everything going on in my life. She talked to me about pubic hair growth, what my body did when I saw girls, even what my dreams were like. Eventually she was ensuring that I was naked with girls and women a lot. It was the opposite of what I see most parents do. As most people get older they are taught to shower alone, use the gender specific restrooms, sleep in separate rooms, and change in private. I was encouraged to. "No, Ayo's work was going well, but it did take time away from more urgent business. As usual at this time of day, Ayo was horny and needed to get home quickly. Oh, she had gotten some relief at mid-day from Carlos, her wonderful staff assistant: from the staff of her wonderful assistant, to be more precise. Ayo smiled, remembering how she panted when Carlos draped her over that leather couch in her office and made her howl in ecstasy as he fucked her brains out. But the poor boy had only been.