All that was left was underwear 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 pi...ked 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 found a second pair. Now this had my attention. Why would two pairs of my son’s underwear be in my bedroom on my side. His car was in the drive and there were two other cars parked out front. I called his cell. It rang four times before he answered. ‘Hello.’ ‘Oh, you got to my home before I did. I’m so sorry. Since it’s taking me a bit longer to get home than we anticipated why don’t you fuck someone else while you wait?’ ‘I’m boning your wife right now!’ He laughed. ‘I’ll have a sloppy cock for you to clean when you get here. If you aren’t here by the time I’m done fucking your old lady I’m going to internet. ” I felt extremely confident at that point as well as even hornier seeing as I was holding her tits in my hand. “Can you believe that?” She hadn’t even pushed my hands away from her. Not a but. She simply watched as her arms hung down her sides. She looked at her boobs being held by hands. I absolutely loved how my sisters breasts felt in my hands. I should add that I could also feel stronger tingling beginning to erupt inside my pants. God, I could hear myself saying I wanted her. I wanted her. It was from the principal. The nearly thirty something year old brunette leaned forward to check out her screen; had there been any male students in the room they would have checked Miss Williams out. Her features were the make of a natural beauty, her curves just perfect. Many students tried to get a glimpse down Miss Long's blouses, some even knocked pencils and pens off their desk hoping she'd be nice enough to lean over to give them a view of her perfectly formed C-Cup breasts. Even when.