It was the only way that I was able to keep the 'superman pants' I grew up with in my adult life. As it was, I collected different kinds ofboxers and ...ore each of them on different occasions.It was a week before Christmas. I received a strange pair of boxer shorts left outside my door. The box read: "Don't open me at Christmas, open me now!" Who could have given them to me? A giflfriend? A secretlover? Who? Curious as to my mysery benefactor, I opened the box. A large pair of boxer shorts with. . then he remembered the day before. A movement near the door caught his attention.“So you are finally awake.” The feminine voice said.“Yes,” Alan croaked out his throat dry. “How long?”“I think it was about twelve or thirteen hours not sure. I don’t really keep time all that much now.” The soft female voice replied.“Helga?” Alan croaked out again as a glass of water appeared in his hand. After he’d drained it he got back to Helga. “How are you here and no one is throwing a fit?” Looking closer. " He smiles, a little bemused. "Um, Hello, Slut." Hello Sir" "Put your hands on the back of your head and spread your legs." I order. You comply. I walk over to you and begin a thorough examination of your body, commenting to my husband about it as if you aren't even there. "Such great tits...look at how dark her nipples are...Look at how her labia stick out, like she's pouting.."After completing my examination of your front, I tell you to turn around and grab your ankles, giving us a. As usual it had a mind of its own. I stood there silently trying to think, which wasn’t working out too well with the loss of blood to my brain and the fact that my small head had completely taken over. That strange woman then lifted up one of her knees quite high. I felt it under my armpit and then she slipped my cock into her exposed pussy. It was a rather unusual position but it certainly worked out quite well. She kept her knee up high and then she started fucking me as I stood there.