He tossed the shoes into the open closet. As he removed his short tight red skirt he looked at the wardrobe, he had accumulated over the past few year.... He was sure that there were still a few items of male clothing in there, but he couldn't identify them at this moment. He smiled as he remembered the first time Mistress had sent him to buy lingerie.He had followed instructions to the letter, walking into Victoria's Secret at precisely 3:30 on a Saturday afternoon. He could just barely control. ”“You bastard!”“I’m terribly sorry about this. She has nothing to do with us.”“You bastard!” Brenda repeated. She got up and stormed out of the room. Frank could hear her footsteps going up the stairs to their bedroom. The bedroom door slammed, but that was it. He stood and crept to the stairs but didn’t hear her going through the closets or packing suitcases. Fortunately, he also didn’t hear their sons waking. He sat back down to consider what to do.As soon as he had seen the thong, he knew. .but that is another story."What about your other friend's? Ever go out and just have fun without your Uncle? No offense, Kerry." Tom asks."The woman at his work are older than me and we have nothing in common." I say thinking to myself that Julie's the only one worth my time but even then, I didn't need her. "Most of my other friends moved so they visit now and again, but no, Uncle Kerry and I have a lot of fun together. It's like living with a best friend."Uncle Kerry smiles and cautiously. He was wearing cutoffs, tank top and hiking boots. The cutoffs left little to imagination. When he was about five steps from her he looked up from the trail, smiled said good morning and continued up the trail. She felt her pussy get warm and moist. She quickly swung on her backpack and started up the trail. She followed him for a couple of miles, his movements were fluid, smooth and powerful. When he came to the stream he swung off his backpack and threw some water on his face. She stopped.